‘I would talk with you of this in private,’ she said to her son. ‘No, Mother. This must be open. I cannot, will not, be accused of nepotism.’ Fidele closed her eyes, bowed her head. ‘Very well then. What I mean when I say that Lykos used sorcery to control me is that he raped me.’ She looked away, swallowed, fought the tears. Saying it aloud seemed to give it a new power. She composed herself and looked back to Nathair.
