The King Who Never Died
Damien's sword hit the stone floor with a clang.
For a moment...
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
The old man standing in the doorway looked just like Damien remembered him. He was tall. He had shoulders even though he was old. His silver hair was brushed back behind his ears, and he had the gray eyes that Damien remembered from when he was learning to use a sword.
The same face that was carved into statues over Veylor Fortress.
Lucien Veylor.
The Alpha King who was supposed to be dead for twenty-three years.
"No..."
Damien whispered again.
"This is not possible."
The old man smiled gently.
"It usually is not."
Aria looked at Damien and the new guy.
They looked alike. The shape of their jaws, their eyes, and even the way they stood.
This was not a coinc
