Chapter 7
Confession
Yulen stepped inside the tent to find Atty sitting amid the pillows, near a brazier that kept the winter chill at bay. The scent of milk hung in the enclosed space, evidence she’d just finished nursing the infant.
He paused inside the door flap as he watched her bend over their daughter, cooing and playing with the infant, and pressing the baby’s hooved feet to her mouth to kiss and tickle them. Mistelle grinned as she reached up toward her mother.
“She has gray eyes, just like us,” Atty commented. Glancing up at her husband, she noticed the intense frown on his face, and her smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, hopefully. I came to tell you what I have planned.”
He stopped at the edge of the bedding to take a seat on the rug. Atty immediately noticed he didn’t
