Lo staggers back and raises a hand to pause the argument while he sorts out his thoughts. And then he looks up with furrowed brows and says, “You’re a bastard child?” Ryke cringes in hurt, and he shakes his head once, so terse and pained that a tear flows from his eye. Lo points to his own chest with a trembling hand. “I’m the bastard?” Ryke nods once.
