Our mother and the Savage King were in their bedroom, standing by a hidden door at the back of the room as Astrum grasped a seven-year-old Gabriel’s shoulders and listened to what they had to say. “You have to make sure no one can find him,” our mother insisted as tears tracked down her face. “You have to block his memories and his gifts too. He can’t come into The Sight until the danger has passed or he’ll be found.”
