For several moments neither of us spoke. I simply stood there staring at him while the words settled in my mind.
According to the Ironharts, I was dead or more accurately every living ironhart was dead.
The realization was so absurd that I almost laughed.
"Well."
I spread both arms.
"Clearly there has been some kind of misunderstanding."
Samuel didn't laugh. Which immediately told me this wasn't a misunderstanding at all. Someone had deliberately reported my death. And according to the look on Samuel's face, that someone could only have been my parents.
"Samuel, we can figure out the whole 'I'm supposedly dead' situation later. Right now I'd prefer to get out of this dark, depressing prison cell of yours, especially considering I'm apparently not the enemy anymore."
Samuel stared at me for a few moments before releasing a long sigh.
The old man rubbed his forehead as though I had personally become responsible for all of his future headaches.
