Chapter One Hundred and Eight

　　Present Day

　　Jescint took a deep breath, regaining his equilibrium. “I am lucky to still have my arm and my life, Natillie and the healers predict that I will never regain the strength that I once had. On the subject of abandonment, however, Natillie, where is Arttyr and our brothers Liern and Hirild?”

　　She swallowed thickly fighting back tears. “I could not take them with me.”

　　“But you could take a Fae nursemaid and your baby? Could you not take my son and our brothers, or did you abandon them?”

　　“You cannot judge me,” she retorted, stung. “You have no idea what I have endured, how difficult it was to make my escape…”

　　“But you can judge me on not coming, fighting for my life against infection, to your rescue?” He snapped angrily. “Hypocrite. How was it that you survived when Erith fell? You were enclosed in the castle when I left for the wall.”