Damián snarled, sinking back in his seat. “Do as you wish, brother.” He grabbed his fancy glass of bourbon hastily. His anger was apparent in his cold eyes. “You’re stupid to trust anyone that goes around killing our kind for a living.” He turned his glass up and polished off his drink. Without another word, he poured himself a second glass. He seemed more resolved in drowning his miseries in his liquor. Fine by me. I was tired of hearing his mouth. But that one, I’d have to keep my eyes on.
Hernando focused back on me, speaking his words carefully. “Are you familiar with the tale of King Lycaon?”
“No. I’m sorry I’m not,” I said.
“Allow me to tell you the story,” Hernando continued. “A long time ago before the flood lived a king. King Lycaon. He ruled over the land of Arcadia. He had ma
