Clare

He raked his hands through his hair in frustration “It’s not an easy life, many are orphaned young, but we move forward because we are born to kill and protect.”

The rawness of his voice, the unmasked terror and insanity in his gaze shocked her. Acting on pure impulse she grabbed him by his arm turning him towards her, clearly, he lost his mind, but the only thing that she wanted to know was, “Where is he? Where's Calub?” The guarded frame surrounding him at her question raised her shackles, and her brain focused. Caidrian had no clue who he was dealing with.

When she thought he wouldn't answer he replied, “Taken hostage by a greater Tempter, one of hell's cadre, Asmodeus, king of the succubus demons, he’s as good as dead now.”

“What? As in, the Asmodeus! I’ve always had a fascination with demonology, this certainly explains it.” She sighed, exasperated, “He’s your son, there has to be something, you said you going to see the Garde maybe I could talk with them.”