Issac's mouth opened and closed helplessly, unable to form a word. He suddenly felt parched as he thought of what to do. He couldn't tell his mother the truth, nor could he lie either. He was Fae. How was he going to deflect her question this time?
"Issac," His mother faced him so she looked him dead in the eyes. There was pleading on her face and that only made the guilt in his heart increase. He shouldn't bring discomfort to his mother.
"Talk to me, son. Did Prince Aldric threaten you or something? Is that it?"
It took everything for Issac to remain calm and not give everything away with his expression. It was his responsibility to protect them, not the other way around. This was the mantle he took on after the death of his father.
