Chapter 97

"Uncle!" Arlen embraced Claude, oblivious of the bruises he had sustained.

"Take it easy, kid. He's injured. Your friend has balls, hiding your uncle in a chamber below the ancestral cemetery." Zariah leaned against the wall, watching the reunion with a smile. It felt good to know that the real Arlen did not resent or think of her as a threat.

"We thought you were dead. I was scared I may have been too late," Arlen said.

Claude struggled to raise his hand, seeking the confirmation of touch.

Arlen's eyes wandered over the bandages wrapped around Claude's limbs, noticing that some of his fingers were missing. "Uncle... Forgive your stubborn son. I did not realize my actions could put your life in danger." He was ashamed.

"I am happy to see you, son." Claude held Arlen until his heart calmed. "How did you escape the Beaumonts?" he asked.

"I will tell you everything. First, you need to rest and heal. The General will keep you hidden until then." Arlen wiped his eyes.

"And Julius?"

"Get be