Gavriel's eyes went back to normal a second later.
"I would like it on record that I did not consent to be the speaker for the ancestors," he announced to the cavern.
Silence.
The silence was the ancestors' response and they were not interested in Gavriel Sterling's feelings about workplace boundaries.
Tiberon went next.
The King of Drakenfell sliced his palm without ceremony. Ceremony was for people with time. Tiberon had a cave full of mysteries, a Gamma who was channeling dead kings, and a daughter-in-law whose lungs sounded like a percussion instrument. He did not have time.
His blood hit the flame and the gold flared again, the same intensity, the same recognition. Dragon King descendant.
Gavriel went next. He dragged the blade across his palm. His blood fell.
The flame flared gold, then emerald.
Two colors for Gavriel Sterling and the green was the brightest.
