49With Alex in stable condition and safe with the Councillor by her side, Treyan had too many unanswered questions he needed to ask his brother.
Mainly, what the hell did he do?
He was able to single-handedly rewrite their entire history—their entire Prophecy—and Treyan needed to know why.
It was time for answers, even if he had to break every one of Reylor’s fingers to acquire them.
He turned the corner to the hallway that held the stairway to the dungeons and stopped as the hair on the back of his neck prickled.
All was too quiet.
But then he heard the crying.
He delayed no longer and vaulted down the stairs, where his suspicions were immediately confirmed.
Reylor’s cell was open, the keys dangling from its lock, and his brother was nowhere to be seen.
The cries rose in crescen
