"Cáel, she was making stuff up again," Loraine attempted damage control.
"No, I didn't," Aya protested. "I want Cáel to live."
"That can be answered with two questions, Loraine," I locked eyes with the sixteen year old.
"Cáel - do not do this," Desiree ordered.
"Sorry, Desiree; I think this falls in the 'I need to know' category," I defied her. "Loraine, do malformed female babies get tossed off the cliff alongside all the male babies." Loraine paled and gulped. Europa looked equally worried. Aya was afraid - afraid of my reaction.
"I apologize, Cáel. This is not something I can talk about," Loraine murmured.
"This is the point where you decide if I'm a human being, or some servitor creature," I studied her.
"I can't," Loraine repeated. I nodded then faced forward. There was silence
