We studied each other. For the first time in a fortnight, I was facing Jaxon Hall – the White Binder, the King of Wands. The man who had made me his sole heir, giving me unparalleled respect, when I was only sixteen years old. The man who had given me a chance, taken me into his home, and saved me from Scion. The man who demanded obedience. The man who would have gladly left the performers and amaurotics to die.
