Atticus and Sirona exchanged a wary glance. Clearly, Daphne's mind had suppressed her memories of her kidnapping to make it easier for her to cope, and if they told her what really happened to her, she might pass out from shock.
Yet she had to be told. They couldn't let her live with her ignorance, but they couldn't tell her flat out that she had burnt men to a crisp. Sirona frowned, thinking of a kinder way to break the news, only for Atticus to cut in.
"Sunshine, do you want the good news or bad news first?"
"What?" Daphne blinked in confusion. "What news?"
"I have some good news for you." Atticus smiled. "You're no longer the only Reaweth royalty that doesn't have magic!"
Sirona put down her bowl and walked towards Atticus, smacking him lightly on the head.
"You fool!" Sirona hissed. "This isn't a joking matter."
Daphne's mouth fell open in surprise, but then a hurt look crossed her face.
