CHAPTER FIVE
Broderick spent the trip back to his cousin’s estate in silent contemplation. Derrick was going on about riches and popularity. Was that really what he wanted? Broderick didn’t know what he wanted. He thought of the people that lived in the slums. Homeless, destitute, starving … and no one cared for them.
What if he could use the power of the shard for good? The words of the Necromancer echoed in his head. It will drive you mad in the end. Broderick was no sorcerer. Neither were his parents, nor anyone else in his family that he knew of. He shrugged that thought away and realized they were almost at Derrick’s property. The crowd of people had still not dispersed but seemed to be growing.
“I left orders with my guards to sneak us through a different way. I had a feeling this
