Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dell held Len’s lifeless body in his arms, her blood soaking into the sleeves of his shirt.
“Len,” he said, tears choking his voice. “Len.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Fetch me a healer,” Cole ordered. “Now. If my sister dies, I will have each one of your heads.”
Two of his soldiers ran off to find a healer, but Dell barely noticed them leave.
Cole pierced him with a dark gaze. “You’re the Tenyson bastard.”
“He’s no Tenyson,” Ian spat.
“That’s what my father said about me for the first ten years of my life.” Cole stayed quiet for a moment, brushing his hand over Len’s head. “Are you loyal to your family?”
“He’s never—” Ian stopped abruptly when Cole raised his hand.
If Dell said no, he had no doubt Cole would cut him down right w
