Nefretiri
"Well?" Ivan cradled Penelope in his arms as he waited for an answer. I couldn't even look at him as I tried to find the words that wouldn't come.
This was the last thing I wanted to do.
Gods knew I loved Brandon, but I could kill him right now. I know he wanted to help, but this wasn't doing it. All that would come from this is a sword between Ivan and me. Whatever Robert was and his reasons for returning weren't things I was supposed to share. The fact Brandon overheard everything was an awful accident. Or, more likely, it was done intentionally by Robert for reasons I was supposed to understand.
It could be a test or a loophole. Who knew? I was sure Robert would see if I said anything. I hadn't agreed with an oath or promise, but in magic, you could give your word to something without realizing it. Hadn't I done that once before? Wasn't that the catalyst for what Nathxena had done?
