Zhira too was hammered by the words: my daughter. She stared at the Lady like a blind man searching for the sun. Her daughter. Eleanor was claiming her. She’d come to the Spire with the desperate and faint hope of finding a father. In her wildest dreams had she ever considered a mother. She was adrift again. Lost on a sea of conflicting emotion. Despite all her years of dreaming, she wasn’t ready for this moment.
‘She needed to be protected.’ Graidon had found his tongue.
‘So you used her blood to claim the Spire.’ Fury baited each clear syllable.
‘Your husband left you both for the wolves!’
‘He searches for an answer!’ Eleanor stepped towards him, fists curled
‘He is dead! The Spire Lord will not return.’ Graidon snarled once more, lips curling back over his teeth. Zhira watched the
