Simon's pupils constricted.
For a moment, he forgot the Leviathan, the beast tamer and the screaming sea.
My little brother's blood.
Memories he had buried deep in his mind began to surface, one after another, as if Veyra's words had cracked the lid of a coffin.
A boy grinning at him from a tree branch, a shadow gauntlet catching his fist.
Third brother.
The same boy, furious on his behalf, shouting at him because the clan had cheated him out of his rewards.
And the boy's back, turned toward Pellin's room, trusting him completely.
The Chaos Blade sliding through his heart.
Forgive me, Thorgan. But you know too much.
Simon's hands clenched, then his expression became cold.
He opened his mouth to ask who she was, but Veyra moved first.
PUCHI!
A slim black dagger appeared in her free hand, and she drove it into his stomach. The blade sank in up to the hilt.
Simon's body jerked. A wet, choking breath escaped him.
