ETAN
Etan was reeling. The magnitude of what she had stated… It could not be true. It could not be. And yet… she stood before him, rock-solid in her surety.
She would kill her own daughter simply to remove Ayleth from his grasp. From his love!
He believed her. He didn't doubt her willingness, or that she would use the sick power she had to do it. But every time he tried to speak his mind only screamed at him.
Ayleth. His wife. He had to safe his wife.
How could he save her from this?!
He gaped at her, more confused and uncertain than he'd felt since he was a child. As he stood there, speechless, she patted his cheek, then turned from him, brushing specks of dust from flowers off her skirt and onto the floor, tsking as if the detail vexed her. He should have known it was an act.
