Chapter Seventy Nine

His recovering body trembled as he limped back down the hall to the room he just left. Damien's words sank in. 

His father was here, fear began to settle in.

His pain and suffering had greatly diminished his senses. He was too busy focusing on himself and not his surroundings to notice his father's arrival.

"Why the hell is he here at this time?" he growled out.

The sound echoed through the hall.

"I would hope my dear son is not speaking ill of his father."

Tristen froze in his tracks. He slowly turned around, the shift caused him to grimace in pain but he held it in. He would not show his pain in front of his father. He spotted Malcolm at the end of the hall casually leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He took a deep breath bracing himself for the unexpected.