"The mighty Alpha of Blood Oak." His voice is a dry rasp. "In my cell. Skulking across my land in the dark like a thief in the night. Oh, this is a fine thing. This is a very fine thing in—"
He freezes as his eyes land on me and the shock in his eyes is palpable. He looks at his son, opens his mouth to talk, cannot seem to find the words and then he looks back at me.
Suddenly, he bursts out laughing. High, cracked and almost mad. He presses one hand to his chest as if it pains him, and through it he is staring at me like a man who has seen a ghost, like a man who has been handed something he stopped praying for long ago.
"Oh," he breathes. "Oh, thank the goddess. Thank the goddess. After all these years."
"Do we look like f*****g clowns?" Eli's voice is hard and my frown is harder.
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