The Reckoning
“Why is she back here?”
Martin shot to his feet, the chair scraping violently against the floor. He’d been sitting vigil beside
Alaric’s bed composed, concerned, the picture of a devoted son and now that careful image
cracked clean down the middle.
Victor stepped into the room, Elara beside him.
“Don’t tell me,
” Martin said, his voice dropping dangerously,
“that you went to save her.
”
“Why, Martin?” Victor’s voice was quiet. That particular kind of quiet that was worse than
shouting.
“Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill my father and put it on her?”
Martin’s face shifted immediately into something wounded and confused.
seriously saying right now? Kill him?” He let out a short laugh.
too. Why would I ever”
“What are you
“Victor, he’s like a father to
