Abbot Recared didn't hesitate.
In the hours since Owain humiliated the Inquisition at Bors Lothian's funeral, the Abbot had been searching for a way to reclaim the authority that the new Marquis had so publicly stripped from the Church.
He'd sat at the table that had been meant for the Hanrahans with the taste of his own cowardice still sour on his tongue, watching Owain perform the role of the grieving son, and he'd told himself that there would be a time and a place to reassert the Church's power.
Now, standing in the wreckage of a wedding that had just been torn apart by a woman who had risen from the dead, the lord of Lothian March was calling for the Inquisition to do what the Inquisition was created to do.
