She knew she was completely wrong in her assessment by a small gesture Lorgin made: he took her hand protectively in his own, stepping slightly in front of her. He sensed danger.
Theardar had noted the action, looking more closely at Lorgin. “So—not Krue after all, but the whelp.”
“What is this place?” Traed asked.
Theardar turned to Traed, noticing him for the first time. “Ah, what indeed.” His eyes narrowed of a sudden as he gazed upon his son. “Come here, Traed.”
Dutifully, Traed approached his father. “Yes, Father?”
“I want you to see something.”
Theardar raised his hands, and an arc of light went from them to the revolving stone above him. The ground around them trembled as if they were experiencing an aftershock to an earthquake. The air seemed to vibrate with electricity. Dean
