Tatianna’s gaze hardened. “It’s about your mother, isn’t it?” Clare stood so quickly she knocked a glass from the side table, leaping back as it shattered hard against the stone floor, just missing a woven rug. “Why—why would you ask that?” “Because she was the problem, Clare.” Tatianna stood, using her healer magic to sweep the glass pieces to the side the same way she used it to extract objects from beneath the skin. “For you, for Trystan, even for Malcolm. She was cold and cruel and forced you all to earn an affection she never had. Arthur was the only one who showed true devotion to any of
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