A tinge of pity tickled Vistas, threatening the resentment he had harbored for the Intelian family and its kingdom over the past several months. This man hadn’t known what he sent into Vistas’s homeland. Mendac had been the true demon. He looked at his brother, and Tristen shook his head while continuing to hang his curtain—as if to say this didn’t forgive anything. Flen would have agreed, even if he hadn’t been banished to the stables and wasn’t here to see it.
Was that all it was to stop Flen?
