Even if it would leave Hollin with the right to the throne. Hollin, who had been sired by a Valg-infested man as well. Had the demon passed any traits to his brother? The boy had been beastly—but had he been human? Hollin had not killed their father. Shattered the castle. Let Sorscha die. Dorian hadn’t dared ask Damaris. Wasn’t certain what he’d do should the sword reveal what he was, deep down. So Dorian peered inward, to where his magic flowed in him, to where it could move between flame and water and ice and wind.
