"You do know sending for me is better than dragging me out like this," Micah said through gritted teeth as he pushed himself off the cold floor, the impact still rattling through his bones.
He dusted himself off and finally looked up only for his breath to hitch.
Micah recognized Elijah's palace at first sight. He had grown up here, running through these halls as a boy thinking the world was his until life had taught him differently.
But that wasn't what rooted him to the spot. It was the sight of Angus sitting on Elijah's throne. Or more precisely, what used to be his throne.
