Chapter Twenty-Six
Phillip
It took everything in Phillip not to run after his son when he saw the guards grab him. He wanted to fight off anyone who dreamed of hurting his boy.
But Ric asked for his trust. He saw the way he refused to fight back as if he’d known getting into the palace would require that sacrifice from him.
Phillip paced back and forth among the trees, cursing under his breath. He clenched his fists as his magic tried to rise, latching onto his anger. Pushing it back down, he sat with his back against the wide base of an ancient oak tree.
Were some of these trees as old as La Dame? He didn’t know her true age or how long she’d ruled Dracon, only that she’d stolen the power from her own father and never relinquished it. She was an unbeatable force. All he’d ever been a
