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It was time to get control of her boy.

“You are a fool,” she bit. “But you are my fool. I give you your head, Arnaud, do not make me tighten the leash.”

He gurgled some more.

But he did not fight her.

He could take her. His younger age. His superior strength as a male.

He did not fight her.

Weak.

Darynda birthed a warrior.

Darynda birthed a king.

The bitter taste of that never left Tatra’s mouth.

Darynda should never have done what she’d done.

Calisa should never have done what she’d done.

Felenia should never have done what she’d done.

Elspeth should never have done what she’d done.

Salyna should never have done what she’d done.

But they had.

And now there was this.

She would have it all.

She’d spent over thirty years planning it.

And she would not…

Would not…

Fail.

She released her son, hissed, “Stay,” and exited the room.

She had more males to put on her leash.

Arnaud did not follow.

The Isle of the Sacred

“This is my son and daughter you’re talking about,” Calisa hissed.

There was a stamping of feet and a snapping of fingers all around.

“We watch,” the Council of Three stated in unison.

“We do?” Felenia asked. “So can you explain Monique?”