“Abigail?” Tatiana whispered, watching Alyssa stand by the tall windows facing the forest. Her granddaughter had been there for hours.
“I know you can hear me, and she gave you permission to show yourself.” A touch of impatience colored her voice, and the jinn appeared beside her.
“I am concerned for Alyssa.” It was tragic, but she had no one else to share her concern with.
“As am I.” Tatiana half expected a moody reply or tart answer, but apparently, Abigail was as worried as she was.
“That tantrum was more than just a lifetime of bottling things up.” Tatiana voiced her fear.
“Yes.”
She glanced at Abigail.
“It is the change.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth, and they were laced with fear.
“King Aruan denied Moab when she came to claim Aphylly, and she warned him that when
