“You’re Guardian bonded?” I asked in surprise. “To who?” “My Ward is dead,” he breathed, leaning closer, the small man having to tip toe to speak in my ear. “I once served Kraveen Dire, a friend of your father’s. I knew Azriel Orion well.” My throat tightened as shock jarred through me. “I met you once, when you were just a boy. That was long before I ended up in here for breaking my eternal vow,” he went on in a ramble.
