“Not the favorite child of the witch camps?” Renwick taunted. “Why would they want me?” Rua asked, making everyone at the table tense. She felt all three sets of eyes on her. “I was a reminder of all that they had lost. It was my family’s fault that . . .” “It was my family’s fault,” Renwick cut in. Rua looked up into those blazing, emerald eyes. She saw his shame, a shame that mirrored her own. “Hear, hear,” Bri said. “Still, a red witch camp was not a welcome refuge.” Rua stuck her jaw out to the side.
