ETAN
He stared at this woman, standing before him tall and proud, and shook his head. She wanted him to lie to his wife, to pretend to love another—or at least, to not love her? To betray her trust and leave Ayleth in her hands when she'd just told him she would kill her?
"Ayleth is my wife," he spat. "You cannot steal that from us. You cannot change that, no matter what lies you wish me to spew."
"I'm not expecting to steal that from you, stupid boy," she bit back. "I am expecting you to betray your vows, and my daughter, in order to save her life. You vowed. There is nothing you wouldn't do, you said. Well, prove it! Unless you would break your blood vow—do not expect it to save her life, though."
Etan's heart pounded in his ears so hard he couldn't hear her anymore. His hands twitched for her neck, and his rage was volcanic—a rush of heat and power that surged in his chest and threatened to…
He wanted to kill her.
