CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY
“What?”
Damien stares at me, seemingly stunned, “What?”
His anger drains from him almost instantly, “What are you talking about?”
I study him, “Your children were killed. She was unable to protect them. She couldn’t face you when you finally came for her.”
Damien’s face is pale, “How do you know that?”
“That day,” I flinch at the memory, “when I was taken by the elves, I think the Righs helped me survive the torture.”
Damien’s jaw tightens at the mention of the whipping.
“Sila was there and I saw –” I feel weird talking about what I saw, almost like someone peeking through a window. “I saw what happened, the whole thing. I saw her kill herself, and I felt her guilt, her own trauma.”
Damien’s expression closes off and he turns away from me but I grab his arm, “Damien, they broke her. You would never have gotten your Sila back. She was a shell of that woman you loved.”