Voren knew Jasmine had always been eager to have a family of her own, but why would she make such a move when he had openly supported Corvine and Athaliah?
It was almost like icing on the cake that Corvine's choice of a wife happened to fall perfectly in line with Voren's plans, even though most of the decisions Voren made had been based purely on instinct.
The cool night air in the garden carried the faint scent of damp earth and distant city traffic, but none of it eased the tight knot sitting in his chest.
Seraphine sat speechless, her mind drifting back to Jasmine earlier that night.
The red-haired woman had been sitting on the floor, crying so hard that her eyes had turned swollen and her face was nearly the same shade as her hair. Now Seraphine finally understood why, and the realization settled heavy and uncomfortable.
