Chapter Sixteen:Morgan whispered, “Nanny?” She found herself taken to the reception hall of the Moon clan. On the dais before her sat a crib behind which radiated a sunburst medallion of hammered gold. The sculpture was beautiful, if a tad over the top. Her father never felt the need to display his wealth in such a gaudy manner, Morgan refused to look at it. Hopefully, it was taken as a sign of deference, not the revulsion it was.
There was no conceivable legitimate reason for the old woman to be placed in a position of such esteem. It was Morgan’s understanding she was an outsider, not even a member of the Genke clan. Just like Morgan. If the old woman held any sway over her future, Morgan expected a great deal of pain in her future.
Maa’s old caretaker stood behind the infant, on each
