Chapter 8: Sins of the Fathers

Liora

The ride back to the castle felt like a funeral march. I sat in the corner of the carriage, clutching my mother's necklace so tightly that the chain cut into my palm. The triplets sat across from me, their faces carved from stone, but through the mate bond I could feel everything they were trying to hide.

Guilt. Shame. Fear.

And underneath it all, something that felt like panic.

Nobody spoke. What was there to say? They had murdered my parents. I was ...