Handling Jenna~
Brynmohr o’Berwyn
Twelvestones
“Frankly, I think you’ve lost your mind.”
“Careful, woman. You stretch my tolerance too far.”
Brynmohr got up to leave, but Jenna blocked his escape. She folded her arms across her chest. He never cared for where a conversation headed once she crossed her arms.
“Why?” she said. “Why did you take her? You can’t mean to keep her here. The truce—”
“I don’t care about the damned truce. You were happy enough to see her when I first brought her home.”
“Of course, I was happy to see my daughter.” Jenna choked on the words. “After so many years. To hold her. To talk with her. But you let me believe she came to us willingly.”
“She did.”
“Bryn, I’m not stupid. I know what memory tea does. She forgets from one day to the next. Every morning she
