Arabella watched as Alaric slowly walked towards his brother. El was standing still in the doorway, watching cautiously as his brother approached him.
“Hello, Alaric,” El’s deep voice pronounced, taking a large step forward to engulf his brother in a tight hug.
“Oh my Goddess, Lorcan! I can’t believe it’s you!” Alaric cried with joy, hugging the man back just as tightly.
Arabella watched on in shock as the two brothers reacquainted. Lorcan? She thought; she knew that Alaric had an older brother, but it was common knowledge that the boy had been estranged from the line of succession after his father had deemed him unfit. They had all been told that the Prince had been sent West – to quell the rising threat from the Witches – but no one had heard about him for years. Now he was here – i
