Eamon shifted uncomfortably when Ashlynn asked the question but this time, the source of his discomfort was the man standing next to him. For several quiet moments, Eamon stared at the bound and gagged Darragh, watching the soaking wet man shake and shiver in the chill autumn air and wondering if he'd ever really understood the young man he took under his wing.
The cold autumn air and wet clothing only accounted for half of Darragh's trembling. The rest flowed from a deep, seething hatred that burned in his eyes as he glared at the two men who had betrayed their very humanity to become the puppets of a witch and demons. But as much as he hated them at this moment, he hated himself even more for thinking he could deliver a warning to the knights who now sat in judgement above him.
