Disheartened and angry, Cain Dath stared at his guard. Jürgen had been a loyal employee and friend for more than 50 years. ‘This is bigger than your damned prophecy,’ Jürgen muttered thickly. Cain looked up and met the German’s gaze. They met eye to eye physically, but ideologically, on this particular issue, there would be no agreement. Cain glared at him. Jürgen was the only man who ever dared to disagree with him. A mass of bulky muscle, he had once been described as being as charming as a smashed crab, but he’d held true to him, always. So Jürgen’s dissent in this matter was as powerful as it was disturbing. ‘She is mine,’ Cain said softly, ‘by the prophecy and…’ He hesitated, not completely sure whether to continue. ‘Let me guess…your heart?’ Jürgen laughed, but his humour was tainted by a warning. Cain raised his eyebrows and inclined his head, but otherwise said nothing.
