I stared into the same fireplace his father had so many years before.
Aidric was not longer safe with me.
Of all the lessons Maddox had taught me, the one I remembered most was that a man was never safe if he had to rely on someone else to wield his blade.
While Aidric already knew how to use a sword, he needed to be taught to fight against magic.
It was why the assailants had used mages.
But there was only one place that could teach him to fight magic.