Betrayed by Blood
The evening air was chilly, the kind of chill that made your insides shiver, knowing it was about to rain. Matt stood by the table, the summon from the king in his hands. He hummed softly as he placed the summon back on the table, his gaze flickering out the window.
"When do you leave?" His mother's voice boomed behind him.
Matt didn't bother turning, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Tomorrow at first light."
His mother stepped into the room, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the floor. She stopped beside him, her gaze settling on the letter.
"Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?" she asked, arching a brow.
Matt chuckled, turning to look at her. "Of course, mother. King Alaric's hatred for Cain does half the work for me. All I need to do is fan the flames," he replied confidently.
