Rion remained in his seat, gripping his hands, as the hall echoed with voices from overhead. His mind was still reeling from the pronouncement the court had given to Anitra after Annie had seen through the one crack in her otherwise polished veneer, and forced the woman to reveal the whole truth.
He had not been the father of the child she had claimed to carry. Her pregnancy had been real, but it had been Byric’s seed. Not his. And to think that Anitra had made him shoulder the burden of guilt and the stigma for her loss for all these lunar cycles.
His pride had not suffered from the fact that Anitra had been making love to Byric behind his back, but he cursed himself for being so blind that he had not seen the signs. No. He had seen the signs. The fact was that he had been too self-ob
