Lyssandra.
“Where are you taking me? Mother would never like this. We are going to make her angry… and she will scream.”
Raven’s small voice fractured the heavy silence that had stretched endlessly between us as she sat before me on the horse while I guided it toward Duskbourne.
Each hoofbeat sounded louder than it should have.
Accusing.
I should never have done this.
I should not have taken her without Valtira’s consent.
Yet what choice did I have? After learning she was Zarek’s daughter, the one soul capable of breaking his curse, silence was no longer an option.
Valtira would be furious.
Perhaps beyond furious.
She might never forgive me for this.
But let her rage come later, after I confirmed the truth about both Raven and Zarek.
If the child was not his, as Valtira insiste
