Despite his businnes-like tone, Morgan saw the subtle strain in the man's stoic posture.
What was the unspoken weight or debt or a bond that tied him to the Realm Between?
...You've acquired one of mine, Alsterius had said...
It didn't take a genius to know that it'd been Valerius the elusive Lord had been speaking about.
Who was Valerius, really? And what price had he paid to walk between the worlds?
Give me two days," Morgan said quietly, glancing down at his splinted leg.
"If I try to move now, Angel will probably break my other leg out of sheer spite."
"You have until tomorrow evening," Valerius said, turning toward the door.
"Sye has prepared a carriage. It will not be a comfortable journey."
Valerius reached the door, his hand resting on the iron latch. He paused, looking back over his shoulder at the young man lying in the bed.
"Be careful when you stand before him, Morgan," Valerius warned softly.
