“Finishing what I started,” Cat said emotionlessly. Jetta narrowed her gaze. “I told you, you and Father cannot make me marry your betrothed. I am already married.” “Father cannot make you do anything,” Cat said idly, beginning to toy with a knife she held that Jetta hadn’t noticed until she now began to turn it between her fingers. “Why is that?” Jetta asked warily. “Because he is dead,” Cat said as if announcing that the sup was ready.
