James fell silent, his gaze darting between Darius’ arm and the black-robed people kneeling on the floor. Teivel was worried James couldn’t understand him, so he switched back to their normal language. His accent was strong, but it was better than nothing. He told the black-robed people, “I’m no longer your master. You belong to the Reid family, so you shouldn’t be speaking up for me.”

James had regained his composure. He said calmly, “That’s not important.” Darius raised an eyebrow at his gran