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After Heather had left and he’d dismissed the Council, Eric sat alone in the Council Chambers. He didn’t know what to make of his wife. She had denied him his vengeance.
At first, when the Barrier had gone up and the Keep went dark, none of them had comprehended what had happened. He’d immediately tried to go to the Castle, his first thought to find Heather. Nothing had happened. Nothing. His powers were gone, stripped by the strange power of the arc of light.
It hadn’t taken long to realize Thaddeus was missing from the Keep. But while they suspected he might have gone to the Castle before the disaster had struck, they hadn’t pieced together his complete culpability. It had been another two days before they found his notes. Acceptance had been slow.
Thaddeus’ betrayal had left him with nothing but seething anger to replace the uncertainty. How had he failed to see the signs?
Heather had known. At any rate, she’d suspected. And what had he done when she shared her misgivings? Nothing. He’d dismissed her concerns.
The Barrier, his traitorous brother’s creation, glowed as a constant reminder of how blind he’d been. In his very, very long life he’d never felt so helpless and trapped. He didn’t like it.
He reached for the first of Thaddeus journals and began to read.
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