Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

sobeille took this in, mind churning around the information she’d been drip-fed. athalia’s speech had been so stilted, it took a fair bit of mental gymnastics to disseminate her words.

the mother didn’t know about the brother? sobeille did not understand this; does a mother not know how to count? was this not athalia’s true brother?

she shifted, looking around ameline as if expecting someone else to arrive any moment. finally, her gaze found the older female.

did you kill her?