Chapter 100 — "The Father's Teeth" (Part II)
The eastern gate loomed above them like the jawbone of something dead.
Auren walked through its shadow with Elyra's last words still ringing between his ears — there wasn't — and the weight of those two syllables sat heavier on his chest than the chainmail he'd pulled on over his tunic. He hadn't had time to dress properly. Hadn't had time to wash his face or straighten his spine or become the prince the court expected him to be.
He'd barely had time to breathe.
Caldan walked to his left. Silver hair tied back. Jaw locked so tight the muscle beneath his ear twitched with every step. He hadn't spoken since the dragon dens. Not a word. Not a glance. Just that burning, murderous silence that Auren had learned to recognize years ago — the silence Caldan wore before he broke something.
Or someone.
