The silence of the corridor echoed back at Isabelle as she stood, still caught in the tangle of thoughts Thas had so deftly woven around her. But Thas himself was already gone, his footfalls fading behind him like a whisper on the wind.
Once he was out of sight, Thas’s expression shifted — no longer charming and composed, but sharpened, calculating. He lifted his chin slightly and reached out through the mind link he shared only with one person.
“Father.”
The mental link snapped into place with the familiar hum.
“It is done,” Thas said coolly.“The seed has been planted. You were right — the sister is petty, self-absorbed, and boiling with resentment. She’ll turn without even realizing it.”
Peter Nightshade’s voice echoed back in his mind, gravelly with satisfaction. “Good. But we don’
