“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. Lo lets out a strange choking sound, and I try to step forward, but Rose holds me back again. Lo wipes his eyes with his arm and inhales strongly.
