Chapter 26 : The Hostage
*Arealla*
I stared in shock at the little boy that had just climbed out of the very small hole in the floor.
“As you can see, I’m not in any danger at all,” the boy said, coming inside the room properly. “Oh, and they just lied to you.”
He squeezed his little body through the hole in the wall, and then with a little further effort, pushed himself out of it.
I had never seen him before. But I was kind of glad that I hadn’t. If I hadn’t known who he was, before seeing him, I would have said that he was Marcus’ son. He was an almost exact likeness to him, down to the brown hair, down to the amber eyes.
I almost expected his eyes to glow red in a moment.
“Jake!” Marcus exclaimed, running to his nephew, he scooped him up in his arms.
And if I had seen him behave with Jake like this, I would have said that he was his son.