“That is not Castor,” Iro spat. “That is not your friend.” “Yes, he is,” Lore said, coming to stand beside him. “He’s Castor the way Heartkeeper was your father.” “He—he wasn’t—” Iro said, struggling for the words. “He is—he was—my lord. Our protector. He …” “He was your father,” Lore repeated.
