“You know why I’m here, Moldark.”

Lev sat in a high-backed chair in the living room of the Moldark residence. One leg crossed over the other. Moldark must not have expected him to come this early to his house.

Moldark stood before Lev with his hands clasped in front of him. His head was down. He didn’t dare to lift his face for a second to look at Lev, and that’s how he should have behaved.

“My deepest apologies to you, Mr. Deammone….”

“Didn’t we warn you many times to keep your son in this house?” said Lev. “You’re lucky that my brother isn’t in Duradel. If he was here,...