“After all, love is what drove Eliné and Henna to seek my help.” “What?” Sorin asked, the word escaping him before he even knew what he was saying. “Eliné and Henna never came to see you.” The Sorceress laughed, a cold and chilling sound. “Love drove them to me, Prince of Fire. A fierce love of their people, their kingdoms. They beseeched my help to defeat Deimas and Esmeray.”
