Chapter 96
“Are you all right?” Faolin said, sitting beside Cian and taking her hand.
Cian looked up at him, then sighed heavily. She brushed the table much the same way Branwen had, her fingernails clicking and catching on the grooves and scars.
How much of the damage did she remember happening, and all the celebration or anger or simple accidents? More than she could count over hundreds of years, so many lifetimes.
All threatening to come to a horrifying end over basic and unchangeable biology.
Too much power rested in the hands and mind of a mortal man, one neither she nor Faolin yet understood or controlled.
“I’m not sure we’re any better off than we were before they walked in. Branwen is still trying to find a way out.”
“I know it might feel that way, but John understands what’
