He was part of a world that cursed his existence. For centuries he had held what lived within him with contempt and fear, stifling its desires as best as he could. And it had fought him, fought him hard. Now…Dage discovered that they were the same as their captors. What was going on here? Dage didn’t know what to think.
Why did they keep the Unborn as slaves if they were the same?
For one hundred years he had endured pain, humiliation and hated the beast that lived within him. And for what?
Silently, Dage watched the arguing pair, lacking answers to his internal questions.
“Sorry, Nila. Where is Zaya?” Khaleb asked softly, but Dage could see that cost him. Princes bowed to no one.
Nila stared at Dage. She looked conflicted. Suddenly her eyes widened. But she looked away before D
