I’d tied myself to him. In my quest for revenge, I’d done the very thing I had set out not to do. And now I could not get out. Wasn’t even sure I wished to. Not when the mere thought of him made me feel things. Deep in the crevices of my soul, I longed for him to stir my very essence. I longed to surrender to him.
“Your tea is getting cold, child.” It was by no means a scolding, but I jolted all the same when Liira spoke beside me. “Do you wish to talk about it?”
“Forgive me, my lady, but talk about what exactly.” I stared at Liira, feeling a little confused.
“Whatever it is that has been the object of your obsession.”
Obsession? I could hardly call it that. Perhaps intrigue or curiosity. Two things that I would never have thought would be the result of my dreaded encounter with my ma
