“They’re sending us to the human lands,” he tells his court. Axel’s steely forest-green eyes fly to mine as shock mares his features. Understanding passes between the two of us before he straightens, preparing for the fight ahead. If anyone knows the weight of Knox’s words, it’s Axel. The one who suffered from his mother's cruel hands, similar to how my father treated me. I knew it when I first met him, my body instinctively recognizing a kindred spirit when it saw one.
