Chapter Three
Lochlan
The paper scrunched into a ball as Lochlan wrapped his fingers around it, holding it in his fist. Anger welled up in him, and for once, it was probably a good thing the sun was in the sky at this hour. No telling what kind of magic he’d release otherwise.
The Fargelsian messenger stood in front of the throne, shifting from foot to foot and glancing toward the door as if he wanted to make his escape.
Lochlan hadn’t said a word as a chasm opened inside him, creating emptiness where he’d been so full only a few months before as he lay in bed beside the best woman he knew.
Brea Robinson was supposed to save them all. That was her purpose, wasn’t it? To be some kind of weapon none of them understood.
But she hadn’t needed to be a weapon to save him, to make him belie
