Aieee, the child. How unsettling not to be alone inside her own skin. To be sharing blood and bone with some growing faceless creature, planted in her by a rutting man. She wondered if she would love the baby, she could not imagine it. She thought she hated it already, for keeping her from battle. She tried to argue. “But Leo, I am your fiercest warrior. If you wish to strike fear in Tehek’s heart I should—” “ No !” he shouted, and banged his fist on the table between them, making the wine in their goblets splash. “While I am gone you will not set foot beyond the palace, Hekat. That is my word, it will be obeyed.” She could not dissuade him. He rode away with Hanochek and his warriors and left her behind, fretting and prisoned, no better than the Hekat kept below stairs in Hord’s villa

