The black tower cut through the air like a sword, a black blur that moved so fast it sounded like a small thunderclap, creating its own booming sound.
Atrox wasn't going to the army, not directly. He had something he needed to do, something he had been putting off. It was cowardly and a little selfish.
He knew Nadia must have finally gotten the news about his death and how Thrain took over. That wasn't what he was actually worried about. It was how he was going to break the news about her mother's death—by the hands of his own brother.
Already, the bond they once had was strained by what happened when Atrox let jealousy and anger fill it while he was imprisoned. And now, another thing might have finally snapped it.
He knew it was Thrain who did it, but he couldn't help the anxiety that seeped into his body. After all, he knew how he would react if he were in her place. He wouldn't ever look at himself the same again.
