Jem Pov
“What is your name, boy?” His voice was like a snake, slithering through me, making me gasp for air as I stared up at him. My eyes flitted over him, looking at him. Dark gray hair, like mine. Blue eyes that blazed into me, making me shiver. His dark gray hair was long, braided back eloquently, and thrown over the side of his shoulder, meshing with his dark green robes. I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. His shoes, I stared at his shoes, still coated in my mother’s blood. Did he not notice he still wore her blood around like a badge of honor? Intimidation, perhaps? I didn’t know then that it was on purpose, but of course it was. Everything he did was for a reason. He was just like she said: Cold, calculating. My father, just how she described.
I pursed my lips tightl
