Chapter 194. Malyah

“Prince Rowan was always like this.” Calliope started, her lower thighs pressed against her chest and her knees cradled in her arms as she stared blankly at the golden hay beneath her feet. The rustling and crackling of the carriage wheels, coupled with the sounds of creeping nocturnal creatures, permeated the endless darkness that was the forest of the damned.

I had asked her why Rowan was the way he was—stoic, unemotional; a man who cared not for the amount of bloodshed it took to keep the peace between the worlds; a man who had nothing but dark power filling a space where there should’ve been life and heart. From her face, I could tell it wasn’t a topic she particularly liked to touch, but she had to tell me anyway, as she thought it was something I needed to know.

I stared intently at Calliope and listened carefully to her words.

“He was always this quiet, calm… dangerous person, even as a child. He never fit in with other kids, always took interest in the stra