Chapter 24

• Scanning the crowd, he reached the back of the room. Up on a platform were his parents, tasteful, not overly elaborate thrones. Sitting in them was his mother, dressed in a dark purple gown, her black hair ruthlessly tamed and piled on top of her head. Right beside her in the other chair, with a crown sitting on top of his blond hair was dear old dad. “Tre, that looks a lot like our parents we hid away to keep safe.”
• “Uh-huh.” Trendan started to move through the crowd of males and parents. They bowed their head to him as he went.
• “Shit.” Bastian glanced at Tor, “your task is to stand near them, watching until they retire later.”