Rayburn stands near the fireplace and stares deep into the flames, holding her hand against the stone.
Rayden shakes his head. “He fought us off, pinning Rayburn to the floor, and forced me to drink a revealing elixir. The elixir showed him everything. The plan. Your birth. Where you were. Ezriel sent his men for you.” He grins. “But your mother was smart.” He taps his head, sitting tall in his seat. “And didn't go to the place she had told us.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, and locks eyes with Peter. “Ezriel searched for you for seven years before he found us again and demanded we tell him the truth. He fought us off and did the enchato again.” He leans back. “That time, he saw a note your mother had sent us letting us know she was safe and where she was.” His tone falls. “While
