The decision to leave Ezekiel's kingdom had been a quick, desperate choice — since speaking with her father, cold reality had flooded her veins. It hadn't happened yet. While she and her brother fought or shared differing views, he always returned to her side in the end, but she knew Gabriel was right — someday, she would lose him, but to who? Who threatened her comfortable life at her brother's side? Only one face came to mind: Alaine. The Aquila had told her he'd stopped seeing the woman, and she knew it to be true, but that did not mean he wouldn't return someday. There was only one thing she was capable of doing in her condition, revealing a secret the twins had buried. Alienating him further from a woman she had no reason to fear.
She'd set out early days before, warning no one of her disappearance — really, who would even notice? Enkiel was the likely culprit, but he was busy with some deluded creature her brother had allowed in the borders. She was certain she would return in time, before she was missed by her cousin. The path to the dog pack was unfamiliar and she found herself lost in the forest more than once, emotions tearing apart her sanity little by little until, with relief, she found the coast. Her call was for the woman — she wanted to see no other damned creature — and the response from the healer was a quick one. Anxiety settled at the sight of the horse, so similar to her brother's steed. Her name was spoken with narrowed eyes. The princess almost snarled.
"Get off of your horse." It was a simple command — she refused to be faced with a beast alongside a monster, but she didn't bother to wait and see if the woman complied. Frail fingers combed back auburn curls, eyes closing as her head turned away. She had come for a reason, but the reason was so wrong that she couldn't find the words. How could she betray the trust of her brother? How could she set the bridges he'd closed on fire, ruining him in the eyes of another? It was selfish, but she felt it necessary. Ezekiel was her only tie to the mortal world — without him, she had no place.
Fire eyes opened once more, focusing shamelessly upon the emerald of her lover's mother. "I came to tell you news about your son." News about her son, that he was gone and buried in the earth outside her den. Talitha would keep him forever, that way, and it gave her a sense of sick satisfaction though she knew his spawn would be sent away by her own hands. Caillen was a prize to keep, while his children were not.
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