Chapter 3 Part 7 | Son in Sorrow | IHGK Book 2
Temmin dropped his fork, tried to catch it on the way down to the floor and nearly knocked over his wine glass. "I'm sorry--what?"
"All that fancy training, and you didn't know Ibbit is Mama's lover?"
"I...I grasped it when I came home tonight. How long have you known?"
Sedra slowly shook her head, keeping her eyes on the amber liquid swirling in her glass. "About five years now."
"That's almost as long as Ibbit's been Mama's religious advisor!"
"Oh, she started in on Mama almost immediately."
Temmin sat back against the couch cushions, his supper forgotten. "How did you know?"
"You're not the only one with a talent for observation. And Ibbit left a love letter Mama wrote tucked into a book she lent me," she added sheepishly. "I think she wanted me to know for some reason."
The two siblings stared moodily, Sedra into her snifter, Temmin into his food. He cut a hunk of cheese, topped it with pickled onion and mustard, and ate it while Sedra took another long sip of her brandy. He swallowed and said, "What I don't understand is why."
