Lyssandra.
The shock that fractured across Valtira’s face when I told her that Jesse knew the truth about Raven’s father should have filled me with nothing but satisfaction.
For a fleeting second, it did.
Then my stomach churned.
I had rehearsed this moment in my mind countless times. I had measured every word, calculated every reaction, anticipated every accusation she would hurl at me. I had prepared myself to endure her hatred if it meant forcing her toward what needed to be done.
Toward what the goddess had already written.
I knew I had wronged her in more ways than I could ever repair. I had humiliated her, cornered her, manipulated her, and last night I had crossed the final line by taking her child to the cavern without her consent. I had handed her every possible reason to de
