“What did he do?” Wren’s voice was careful, quiet. Micah let out a slow, shuddering breath. “He laughed and made me watch as he paraded my sister in front of me. He had her sit on his knee as he ordered his guards to drag me to the dungeons.” Micah’s voice dropped lower, his next words hoarse. “I was desperate, mad with rage, and I said the very thing that I never should have.”
