“Aye. At least his father had a head about him and pubes on his balls.”
“A father is what Eoghan is missing. Or someone to fill a guiding role,” Gretchen said. She reached to the sides of her hair, fixing it back into place. A deep breath filled her lungs. “Aiden knows this as well.”
“He’ll look as foolish and traitorous as the rest of us when he has no daughter to present.”
“I told you he’d bring another, and he did. And he’ll be the only one unless you intend to hand Gwyn over.” She turned to Byrne. “And Asherley.”
Khallum pressed his hand to his side, where undoubtedly a knife lay strapped to him. “On my corpse, and even then.”
“Even then,” Byrne repeated, and Gretchen could see the man living two lives, straddling two worlds, as he sought to impress his brother while remaining tet
