While most eyes were locked on the brutal scene in the courtyard, Sevette Moonshade had not looked away even once.
Others saw chaos. Others saw madness. Others saw a weak fourth-stage Blood Infusion fledgling humiliating a noble far above his realm and could only feel fear and disbelief. But Sevette's gaze was sharp, focused, almost hungry. She wasn't watching the beating itself. She was watching Cain.
She remembered too much.
In the past, when the news had first spread that the three daughters of Baron Rivik Moonshade had all married the same man, confusion had rippled through every noble circle in the Crimson Blood Kingdom. It had been discussed in whispers, debated in private halls, laughed at behind wine cups. Even Sevette and her father, an elder of the Moonshade family, had been deeply unsettled by it.
Three sisters. All proud. All powerful. All with no lack of suitors.
