It was as if Belladonna could see Lady Kestra in a different light.
Everything she would have ignored before, she observed. She observed how Lady Kestra walked, every uncertain step she took, observed her so much that she had once caught her absentmindedly almost freezing up a goblet when she drank from it.
Her body must be fighting to accommodate all that power.
Keres and the child's.
Anger filled Belladonna up, not because of how Eli rushed around Kestra, his guilt making him want to do everything to please her, nor the fact that he had carried her in his arms and taken her to her room, settling her in bed as the poor witch held back her tears, but because she now knew who she really was and what she did.
Belladonna's hands twitched with the need to strangle her, take her breath away from her forever.
She must have killed that child.
Belladonna just knew it.
Many royal physicians had come to her room, checking her eyes and coming back with the same sad news.
