Chapter 160

ALEXANDROS 15 MINUTES BEFORE THE LIGHT GOES OUT I look at all four of my sons, incapacitated and in need of my help. Never in my long, long life have I felt so helpless. But there are more answers I need from Lucian. When did you taste Ophelia? I used to watch over her. To make sure the Skotádi didn’t find her. When she was five, she cut her finger on a broken bottle at the playground. Her foster dad was too busy flirting with any woman who looked his direction to pay her any mind. She was bleeding pretty badly, so I helped her. I must have gotten some blood on my finger. I wasn’t careful enough. It was an accident. And you felt her power then? From such a small taste? I couldn’t have not felt it. And you protected her? His body surges upward, and I have to fight to hold him down as a vicious snarl pours from his lips. I watched her! Okay. I believe you. Please lie still so you can heal. Our eyes lock, and I take his slow blink as acquiescence and loosen my grip. So it was Giorgios who