Thaurion stepped out of the hover car, his aura rolling off him in waves that made the air itself feel heavy. His eyes gleamed with curiosity. For years Jian Ci had played the weak son, hiding his claws, pretending to be submissive just like his brother. And now, suddenly, he had shown his tail.
What was it about Yu Xi, Thaurion wondered, that made him go berserk? That made him dare commit treason and attack me?
The thought amused him. He had been searching for an excuse to rid himself of Seraphyne's sons for a long time. They were thorns in his side, reminders of his past sins, and they gave him sleepless nights because of what he had done to their mother. Now Jian Ci had handed him the perfect reason.
He was in an excellent mood. He strode into the palace, the attendant rushing forward to remove his ceremonial cloak. "Where is he?" Thaurion asked, his voice low and commanding.
"In the lounge, your majesty," the attendant replied.
