The white sheep of the family
Loren sighed, then shrugged. Taking a cup of tea to try and steady his increasingly rattled nerves, he finally shook his head. ”Yes. I don’t know how long though.” Once again, his finger tapped against the side of his mug. ”Centuries, perhaps.” He gave Abasi a troubled look. ”Like I said, we come from an old family.”
Taking a deep breath, the summoner had to let it out before he could finally continue. ”As I said, the magical binding would kill even children for the slightest misstep.” Eyes growing misty with tears he refused to shed, he looked away from the undertaker. ”So the family ensured there would be no missteps.”
Biting his lip, he found his gaze growing unfocused as he was silent for a long time. As the silence grew unbearable, he finally spoke in the barest of whispers. ”By torturing us until we were obedient.”
Taking a deep breath, the summoner had to let it out before he could finally continue. ”As I said, the magical binding would kill even children for the slightest misstep.” Eyes growing misty with tears he refused to shed, he looked away from the undertaker. ”So the family ensured there would be no missteps.”
Biting his lip, he found his gaze growing unfocused as he was silent for a long time. As the silence grew unbearable, he finally spoke in the barest of whispers. ”By torturing us until we were obedient.”
Will blood tell
