Chapter 151: Venom in the Cradle

Liora

The small cabin smelled strongly of rot and cheap, old wax. The wooden floor was damp and miserably cold under my knees.

I rocked slowly on the splintered boards and grinned down at the tiny bundle that wouldn't stop crying. The baby’s face was red and raw from its incessant fussing. His small fists curled and opened in the air. He had those striking rogue-grey eyes. He looked exactly like his father, Wane.

“Your mother decided to crown me a slave,” ...