LERRIN
Lerrin was washed in a wave of nausea—a sick, putrid surge of bile. Unable to be still, he pushed out of the bed, uncertain if he would get a drink of water, vomit, or merely pace. But he had to move. And he did not light the lanterns. He suddenly needed to be in the dark, hidden.
But once he was on his feet he staggered to a halt in the middle of the floor, confused and physically ill.
He'd known Lucine was in a bad place. That she, like their father, had been losing her grip on reality. But he hadn't ever imagined it had gone so far. He thought only her ambition had blinded her. That she refused to see certain things. He'd never imagined that she was actually losing her mind. Giving over to… what?
But if she was warning the males away from females, and yet continued to work with them. If she'd thought she could bring him to a place where he would agree?
