Chapter 5. Confessions

“The barracks which were used for hiding were completely eradicated earlier, even though those pathetic rogues are amateurs in terms of strategic warfare, my daughter isn’t…how did she not find you?”

Sprawled out on a chair in his tent Zion sipped his tea while Rhysand sat straight feeling frustrated from being scrutinized by the older male from head to toe, Zion’s eyes following his each and every movement.

Rhysand remained quiet despite the threatening interrogation.

“…Ten years…ten excruciating years Medusa had protected the people from the wrath of us monsters, than comes one miraculous day, a boy like you sprout out from fucking nothingness ready to snatch away my pup.”

Zion’s fingers tightened around the cup, his knuckles holding the iron chair in a death grip observing the boy in front of him.

Zion knew that ‘Boy’ wasn’t a word Rhysand could be associated with. With a height 6’6 he easily towered over the Rogue King. The way his muscles strained