CHAPTER TWELVE
Death didn't come like a spirit, quiet in the night. This time it was the bludgeon, pounding into Gaule until there was nothing left but rubble.
The king was dead.
Killed by the most notorious magic man.
It was no wonder that the people were in disarray. There was danger coming. Alex could feel it. With the wards gone, there was a danger he never thought he’d have to face. They’d been protected, and it made La Dame Dracon into a bedtime story, a figure from history. But now she could be just biding her time. Would she come for them?
The sun had barely risen, but Alexandre was preparing. Today he would bury his father. A man who'd kept them safe.
A knock sounded on his door and he finished lacing up his shining black boots before answering it to reveal Edmund. The press
