Lykor’s eyes narrowed on Kal chewing the ring centered in his lip. “What’s going on here could be part of their plan to search for the slumbering elemental power,” Kal continued, moving to twist a stud in his brow. “We have no idea. Have you discussed this with him? Do you really think Aesar would risk—” Lykor’s wrath exploded, violent like a volcanic eruption. He would punish the blatant disregard of his command to never invoke the fallen prince’s name. Seizing Kal’s throat, Lykor drove him to the brink of the roof. As if summoned, Aesar stirred in the back of his mind.
