A figure quickly threw on his clothes, his hair a mess, his face grim.
The Power he hadn't had time to retract radiated from him, instantly ruining several herb gardens, much to Ronan Warner's distress.
As he channeled his own Power to defend himself, he stomped his foot. "Master Aerion, my herbs!"
But Master Aerion had already swept out of the courtyard.
"Don't do anything rash!"
Ronan Warner's brow furrowed instantly. 'Don't be fooled by Master Aerion's usually easygoing demeanor. The moment his four treasured disciples were involved, he'd transform into a god of slaughter.'
Many people had died by his hand over the years. Not a single person who had harmed Leigh Miles and Titus Miles back then had been left alive.
That was how the secret had been kept. Now, that woman from the Lowell Family was walking straight into the line of fire.
The Morgan Family...
'No, I have to stop him!'
"Master Aerion—"
