ELRETH
Her rage boiled.
No wonder her father was furious. Her mother had been hiding people from him, training them to leave him, and never told him about it.
For twenty years.
It explained so much—why she was being stubborn, and he wasn't letting it go. He'd figured out that she'd essentially been working against him, and hiding it from him. Yes, yes, she could claim it had only really been in numbers in the past few years, but Elreth would have gambled that her brother would never have started this if her mother and Gahrye they hadn't already known how to do it. And that Gar had done it specifically because it threw shit at her father behind his back.
She wanted to bite something.
She wanted to scream.
She kept seeing Aaryn's caution, the concern in his eyes. She remembered how raw and emotional the stories from these disformed had been.
