“Don’t you all get it? If it wasn’t for her, Hel never would have become the Black Mage. There would be no curse and no war with the pale ones. The elves would still have their magic…” His chin shook and his eyes filled with tears as he met Hel’s stare. “And I never would have lost my brother.” For the first time ever, Varlett looked guilty. It wasn’t an emotion Valeen thought her capable of harboring. His pain made her even more angry with the dragon. “And we can’t take it back,” Hel said, striding forward. “But we can let it go.” He jerked him into a hug, and Valeen couldn’t hold back tears.
