EPILOGUE
ALERIC
“Back to London so soon?” Aleric arched an eyebrow at the Egyptian as he leaned against the limousine’s passenger door.
Zeth leveled him with a cold glare. “If you think this breaks our agreement, youngling, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Really?” Aleric offered the Elder his most surprised expression. “Because I could have sworn your hold over me just vanished into thin air. Warin knows now.”
“Yes. He does,” Zeth said, tone as infuriatingly superior as always. As if he hadn’t just lost—and lost so spectacularly he was running away with his tail tucked between his legs. Not something that happened often to the Ancient being. In the eight hundred cursed years Aleric had known him, it was a first, for sure.
“Yet you and I are still bound by our word… if you remember. He may
