“Wait! One more question.” Caeden clenched his fists; he was afraid to ask, but he had to know. “I was accused of a crime, from before I can remember. Killing people…slaughtering them for no reason.” He watched Alaris closely, dreading the answer. “Is that the kind of man I am? Would I have done that?” Alaris hesitated. “No, Tal’kamar,” he said softly. “Never without a reason.” He faded just as the shadow touched Caeden.
