Kaelen's POV
I slammed my uncle against the wall, my forearm pressed against his throat. Rage pounded through my veins like liquid fire.
"What the fuck did you do?" I growled, barely recognizing my own voice.
Lord Caspian didn't struggle. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a half-smile that made my stomach turn.
"Careful, nephew," he rasped. "You wouldn't want to kill a family elder, would you?"
Behind me, Ronan's voice cut through the tension. "Maybe we do."
Orion stood silently beside him, his eyes cold and calculating. I could feel his fury through our bond - steady, controlled, but deadly.
I eased the pressure on Uncle Caspian's throat just enough to let him speak. "Explain yourself. Now."
He laughed - actually laughed - as if this were all some twisted game. "You really don't remember, do you? After all these years?"
"Remember what?" I demanded.
Uncle Caspian's eyes darkened. "Elara."
