CHAPTER 8OUR ARCANE HERITAGE
WATERY BLUE EYES PIERCED were unearthed from grimy skin, fleeing the depths of one nightmare and entering the next.
Loff’ta’s body writhed. “No! D’issan!”
His knuckles turned white from gripping the tunics of Aithein and Taelire. They held down his arms and knelt on his thighs as he wailed, tears spilling like an overflowing chalice.
Taelire gripped Loff’ta’s jaw. “Look at me.”
Loff’ta hyperventilated as he came to terms with reality.
Taelire tried again. “Look at me, Loff’ta.”
Loff’ta’s anguish deteriorated. “Ye should’ve left me… Ye bastards should’ve left me with my D’issan.”
“The baddies are here!” Baelwyn warned.
Caelwyn and Ellia marveled at the ophidian birds descending upon them.
“You’ve enjoyed lifetimes of hiding your past, Ellia Earthorn,”
