“You said you would do anything for me,” I accused. He shifted his attention back to the book before him in stoicism. His petulance was almost funny albeit, it was not. Two men had gone missing again. A dragon and his human helper. Their hair had been sent over, maybe as proof that they were alive or a simple statement, no one can know when my grandfather still chaired The Supreme Council of Hunters and Mankind Protectors.
They could very well be dead. There was no getting into Richard Hunter’s head. He alone knew what went through his mind. He alone understood himself. He stood on a level devoid of any contender. There was no knowing Grandfather’s move unless he told you. Even then, every word he let slip was for a calculated reason.
Blaze watched me as we all sat in Kreon's library.
