LAYLA’S POV
His mouth twists with disgust. “She belonged to another man, so he decided the easiest way to have her was to remove the man.”
A horrible feeling settles in my stomach.
“He accused her mate of treason and in those days, treason wasn’t punished the way it is now. They believed betrayal lived in blood, that allowing the family of a traitor to survive invited vengeance later.” His fingers tighten around his glass. “The punishment extended through three generations.”
Three generations?
A shiver bursts across my skin. “You mean…”
“Children, parents, grandparents and anyone belonging to those three generations of his direct bloodline.” He explains.
“Oh my Goddess.”
“The evidence was fabricated. Witnesses were bought, others were frightened into silence, and no one questione
