She wrapped her wrinkled hands around the back of one of her dining chairs, her bony fingers clenching tightly to the wood. “Why are you here, Dacre?” Micah went rigid against my sister, but he didn’t pull away. “I’ve come for Verena,” I answered hesitantly. “The king has taken her back. He has her.” There wasn’t an ounce of shock in her silver eyes as she watched me. “I know.” She nodded and pressed one of her hands to her stomach, patting there as she spoke. “The tides have risen.”
