BRIGID'S POV
I wasn't the kind of woman to forget. I liked knowing what cards to play and somehow I had forgotten that Saraphina Maychild was the daughter of Riona Maychild.
The witch was unpredictable and I knew I had to think of something fast to keep my most important pawn in line.
The second Ronan left, she moved toward me with a fury I hadn't seen on her in years. Eyes sharp, hands trembling, lips pulled tight like she was holding back an entire storm.
"That is my daughter," she hissed. "This wasn't the agreement. This wasn't it at all."
I didn't flinch. Instead, I watched her with the patient eyes of a predator sizing up wounded prey. How delicious, this maternal rage. How useful. Perhaps my folly wasn't stupid myopia. This was a good thing. Riona was much more invested now.
