Chapter 222

Cassion had always thought his life was an unhappy one.

He'd never received the whole, unbroken love of a parent, had been an unwanted burden nobody welcomed, and his body had been frail besides.

All he could do with his own strength was live quietly, holding his breath, and keep Dayson's temper from turning on him.

Nothing was going to change.

That was what Cassion had believed.

Then, one day, a single bluebird flew into his life.

The bird that came without warning had stirred up a wind in his life with its small wings, and Cassion had walked on, using that bird as his compass ever since.

Every good memory Cassion had, he owed entirely to that bird.

The warmth of being cared for by someone, the praise and recognition of being told he was doing well, even a sense of responsibility — all of it had come from…