Anaisa held her breath as the memories continued on full display, with the Emperor standing in the very middle of them.
His enormous pupils, too large for his face, narrowed with interest as she and Trace approached the tree for the first time.
When she refused to take any magic for herself, the heavy gaze flickered ever so briefly to the real woman.
Curiosity? Disapproval? At least it wasn't as murderous as before.
After the initial effort to crush the table, the Emperor had seemingly resigned himself to watch whatever she was going to show him.
Perhaps he had some intuition that she was unable to alter or censor what she was displaying.
If she had a bit more control…!
But she didn't.
As the final scenes with Barnabas drew closer, she tensed. She didn't like this. Didn't want to be here amongst these memories.
