Chapter 47
Blood rushed in Viran’s ears. “He never told me that.” “No, I suppose he wouldn’t have,” said Tethryn. “He considered it shameful; he thought her human when they made their arrangement, but you betrayed her identity. You were born with a demon hand, the type we shapeshifters bear in our true forms.” Tethryn raised their right hand. Viran watched, dumbstruck, as it morphed into a spindly-fingered paw, replete with an iridescent obsidian hide and pearly talons. “The dynast threatened your mother, and she was forced to flee without you.” Viran’s mouth had gone dry. Sensation prickled in the nerves of his right arm, swarming up from his ghost limb. “He said she died in childbirth.” He also said I was born without a hand. Adrenaline churned his gut. Had Rucion Kvlaudium cut off the limb o
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