Shady

“Mm.”

Ky shrank, retreating a step despite herself before she managed to tack a glare to the fear. Her heart raced in her chest. “Him existing is a crime in your ...

Ky prickled at the threat. And the idea. “Well I’m not. Unlike your children, I remember my father fondly.”

“Right. He’s an abomination.” Her tone was harsh.

Ky flinched, then actively chose to straighten and glare at him, but didn’t say anything else. So what if he was a Lord? He was a terrible one. And dead.

“He was and is a human,” she snapped. “One that you intentionally chose not to protect because you refused to control your…” Spawn. Monster. Asshat. “…Michael.”

“But you didn’t take responsibility for him. You just turned him into bait for Michael — you said so yourself.”

“He’d have been fine if he’d been treated well,” she argued. “You could have easily found him a foster family if you were incapable of basic civility yourself.”

“I don’t think an innocent baby deserved your hatred. This was Brogan’s fault, not Tomhas’s.” She straightened a little.

Ky glared at him but kept her mouth shut.

Ky nodded. That was the weakest of repentances… but she supposed it was something. She leaned against the back of a chair a few down from him, waiting for him ...

Ky wandered after him at a distance. “…oh?” Questions seemed safer than opinions.

That was irritating. She made her expression even more flat. “ ‘Yes.’”

She looked at him flatly. Did he really think himself a fond memory?

“…I don’t know,” she admitted. “Probably shouldn’t, honestly.”