FIERY SPIRIT

Brody’s POV.

His eyes went wide, then he cleared his throat and straightened himself out. “You know about our history?” He questioned, raising his brow and leaning forward.

I nodded. “Yeah, my mother um, told me after I met Alora.”

“And you still saved my daughter?” He questioned.

“I’m not my mother. Alora is special, nothing like what they said hybrids were. I had to get her out of there.” I answered.

A broad smile appeared on King Alarix’s face as he nodded and sat back with his arms folded.

“The guy that pulled her away, who is he?” Corbon asked.

I furrowed my brows. “I wasn’t there,...