"Yes."
It was the same voice Riley had heard earlier, carrying the same ancient weight that had nearly scared the living daylights out of him when those enormous eyes first appeared in the darkness.
But after everything he'd just seen, after being dragged through memories so personal that Riley honestly felt like he'd witnessed things he probably had no right to see, it simply didn't have the same effect anymore.
Hell, even if the guy growled at him now, Riley doubted he'd be able to look at him the same way.
Because at this point, it was impossible not to understand the Wyvern King.
And as fucked up as that probably was, Riley couldn't even bring himself to be that angry at the guy anymore.
If there was anyone who'd had the least involvement in creating this entire mess, it would probably be the one who'd nearly died in the beginning, only to wake up inside someone else's body and eventually be told he needed to fight a war that had technically been started by other people.
