Chapter 63

Plans.

Magnus’s POV

I raised the glass of wine to my lips, the deep red liquid swirling like a whirlpool of blood. My gaze fell upon the roaring fire, and I saw his face in the flickering flames: Kieran. My half-brother. The precious heir. The one who had everything that was mine by right.

Whenever I remembered how that old bastard that called himself our father had cast out my mother and me for Kieran and his mother’s sake, I went down to the dungeon to take my frustration out on his precious mate.

I’d just returned from there minutes ago, but even beating his mother no longer gave me the satisfaction it once did. I should have killed her a long time ago, but holding her captive is what is giving me the upper hand against Kieran. I can’t let him win twice.

Not after he took Elara from me. The thought of her name sent a jolt of pure, possessive energy through my veins. I had seen her grow up, watched her from the shadows, and felt a pull, a prima