Chapter 115

Priamos' Point of view

Everything was the same as the day I had left it. The smell. The feel of the place. Crooked door and all. It dragged me back to when I was alone here. Struggling to light a fire that first night. Nearly freezing to death in the snow the last night. When I was trying too hard to get close to the people of this village. Failed miserably to get anything out of them. At least now I wasn't alone.

We had concrete evidence that told us Conan was here. That my son was trapped inside that mountain compound. For some reason, they had never sold him. Kept him with them all this time. I would never understand why but it made my insides hurt. They had stolen the years from him that we were supposed to have. But all of that would change soon enough.

"There is only one bed," Nerezza murmured behind me. I turned to look at her. Noticed a fleck of snow in her hair. The watery sun lit up her head from behind. A halo. If only she could feel the excitement thrumming through my che