“It’s that way,” he said with a grin which looked all too eager to me. “You want him dead that badly?” I questioned, striding in the direction he had indicated at a near run. “I want to pick my own paths,” Tharix replied. “And I have come to see that I will never do that while our father keeps trying to yank on my leash.” “Hail to that,” I agreed because even now,
