The Blood Oath
Once the group was inside the building, everyone sat down.
Everyone… except Eon.
The giant remained standing as though he had entered the chamber by instinct alone, his body arriving before his mind had caught up. His broad frame was still as iron, his dark eyes lifted toward the timbered ceiling, unfocused, dazed.
Amber lampfire swayed across the room.
Shadows crawled over stone walls.
Somewhere beyond the heavy doors, muffled laughter and tankards clashing drifted from the underworld den, but in this chamber the silence felt almost sacred.
No one disturbed him.
No one could.
Because everyone present understood.
To suddenly learn he was part of the royal family…
That was no small revelation.
That was a thunderbolt striking a man's identity.
Anyone in his place would stagger.
Even Clara, who had only recently begun to glimpse how deep Victor's hidden schemes ran, felt the weight of it.
Lane sat with arms folded, black eyes studying Eon in thought.
