Enzo’s focus drifted to the unconscious form of Knox with heavy significance.
A wry smile twisted his lips, though it held no trace of warmth or humor. "Of course, my own existence was something of an...anomaly to the Delgaard lineage, even back then. I had already begun to suspect there were certain...discrepancies about my heritage that didn't quite add up."
He arched a perfectly shaped brow. "I never could figure out why I looked so strikingly different from the rest of my royal kin, for one. Nor why I seemed to possess abilities and an affinity for the forces that far outstripped even my celestial father's prodigious gifts."
Enzo's expression sobered once more as his gaze grew distant, his deep baritone taking on a wistful timbre. "My mother, Aylah...she always did have an uncanny
