CHAPTER THIRTY – EIGHT

“Thank you.” The woman lying in the bed muttered when the door opened and everyone filed in. Ian muttered a few incantations before sealing the room and, with it, sealing their abilities. Lord Dalton scoffed as Auria, Ian, Lysander and Jenny filed at the sides. They kept their distance as they listened to Lord Dalton.

“There is hardly anything to be thankful for, Cassandra. You should know above everyone else.” He muttered gravely before taking a stand near the bed. The slight form on the bed grimaced in acknowledgment before she made to sit up. Ian moved forward and shifted the pillows behind her as support. The woman gave a kindly smile.

“So this is our son. Krystian, isn’t it?” She queried, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You have grown so tall.”