Violet
My mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.
This was the daughter of the woman I had killed.
And she was defending me?
I had braced myself for hostility from her. For cold silence at best. For a political performance that protected Nal's interests while leaving me exposed.
Not this.
Also, what exactly did she mean by her appearance not being a mistake?
The hall had gone absolutely still, every wolf frozen in their seat as Fana continued to speak.
"With everything she has mentioned so far. They're things my mother was capable of. For example, my mother has imprisoned me inside my own mind from time to time. She spoke with my mouth, looked through my eyes, and walked in my skin while I screamed in a cage no one could see."
The way she had said all that with a straight face greatly unsettled me.
