“She put Cressida on the throne, Gideon. Cressida, who’s executing people as we speak.” She glanced back. “That monster killed my father.” Rune remembered it. The way Cressida so casually put a bullet in Nicolas Creed’s head. The way he collapsed to the stones, utterly silent and still. “Like your father killed Kestrel Winters?” Laila straightened. “Rune had to watch her grandmother die,” said Gideon. “Just as you had to watch your father die.”
