"No! She is not my daughter! I refuse to have a dark witch as a daughter!" Councilman ALdren shouted but by the time he said those words, Lance had already walked out of the room without looking back.
Councilman Evan Aldren stood up slowly, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes blazing with anger.
His Majesty could force him to bow his head, but that did not mean he would surrender his soul or abandon everything he had been raised to believe.
Every member of his bloodline had been born with only one intent - kill the dark witches and protect the world from their return. He would not let a single evil witch survive, even if it meant killing his own fated mate or his own children. He had not walked away from his mission twenty years ago and he would not go away now.
He would not let his ancestors down, and he would not break the vow that had been passed down for generations.
