Chapter 40

"That is a lie," Conaan said suddenly, his fists clenching, the dark veins of his forehead popping. "You and your daughter are incorrigible liars, Anderson. A scroll? By my father? I was the one who saw his wolf leave his body. I saw his human take his last breath. How dare you talk about last words with me?"

Anderson walked the small distance between them, his eyes set in determination. Conaan met him, his height already intimidating, his hand clenched into a fist.

"Then surely, if you are really that good a son, you would recognize your father's writing."

Conaan squinted, and without a word, stretched his hand to Lucas. Lucas immediately gave him the scroll, and Conaan brought it to his eye level, before opening it.

The strokes of the ink were light, graceful, and in royal cursive. The same cursive only King Javier himself had been able to teach him because no one else knew how to draw strokes so light.

"King Javier saw how infatuated Eleanor has made you. A