(JASPER'S POV)
I knew that expression. I'd seen it on his face before, whenever he discovered something he'd wanted for a long time and finally found it within reach. It was the look of a hunter who had spent years searching for two particular deer, only to have them wander into his clearing of their own accord.
"Well," my father said.
His voice rolled through the hall, deep and pleased, carrying the kind of amusement that made my stomach turn.
"Well, well, well."
He placed his goblet on the arm of his throne and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes moved between Roland and me before settling on my face.
Then he smiled.
"If it isn't my useless sons, finally crawling back home to see their dearest father."
The room erupted.
