Chapter Forty-FiveCaden had been sitting quietly in the darkened study for several hours. Outside, the sun was high in the sky, but he’d drawn the curtains and locked the door so as not to be disturbed, neither by light nor person. Fortunately, no-one dared to disturb him and he was left alone to his thoughts.
His brother was gone.
He played with the sentence, bouncing it around his head and sounding it out with his lips. After hundreds of years of living and fighting together, his brother was gone and Caden was alone. After an initial sense of disbelief, he found his only emotion was anger, burning inside him hot and fierce, clouding his senses.
The night he had transformed into the Witch Hunter, his old self had died. The boy who had spent so many years mourning his parents’ deaths wa
