Chapter Forty-Three
“Why did you think the Sharihati lord would have killed Tahlia?” I asked Jaron.
Jaron shrugged, his ragged blue robes shifting around his scrawny shoulders with a faint rustle. “The nobles were scared of the prophecy, weren’t they? Started killing off all the noble-born magic users. It got easier once the first generation were wiped out. Then they only had newborns to deal with. Didn’t matter which side of the blanket they came from.”
Tahlia and I stared at him in horror.
“The nobles have been murdering babies?” Tahlia said in disbelief. Her face had gone pale.
“If there were no magic users with noble blood, the prophecy couldn’t come true.” Jaron scratched at his stubble. “They had to wait until the babes were old enough for their pet magi to sense anything, of co
