KIERAN’S POV
“When Seraphina came to Nightfang,” Father continued, “Edward was under a lot of scrutiny. His honor and legitimacy were questioned. Some of this was due to wild, baseless rumors. Much stemmed from the fact that he had a wolfless daughter—who had slept with her sister’s beloved.”
Ice slithered down my spine, and my hand curled into a fist in my lap.
“Edward was very reticent, and I suspect even Margaret never fully knew what was going on in his mind. But, recently, some of his actions have become clearer and clearer to me.”
“Like what?”
My father didn’t turn to me. He kept his gaze on the lowering moon through the window, his mouth thinning. “Publicly distancing himself from Sera was the only way he saw to quiet the inevitable uproar.”
I felt a slow, sick twist in my gut. I would never, never put mundane things like legacy and honor before Daniel’s well-being.
As if my father could read my thoughts, he chuckled bitterly.
