“A husband?” Althea’s voice rose, sharp with disbelief. “No. That can’t be right. Where is my father?”

The question hung heavy in the air. Melva stiffened, and for a brief moment, her eyes flicked to Gavriel. He met her gaze, his expression tightening, the unspoken weight of the truth passing between them.

Melva turned back to Althea and forced a gentle smile. “Milady… there are many things you need to know, but not all at once. You’ve just awakened. Your body is still ...