"I don't know anything about this!" Vincent's mother shrieked, her wrinkled hands fluttering like frightened birds. "I swear on the Moon Goddess! I only saw what everyone else saw - that murderous woman attacking my grandson!"
I fought to maintain control, my fingers digging into the armrests of the wooden chair I'd claimed in this pathetic excuse for a pack house. The old woman's lies were as transparent as glass, yet the stench of her fear was genuine enough. She was terrified - but of what, exactly?
"Your grandson," I repeated flatly. "The one you conveniently sent away the moment we arrived."
"For his protection!" she wailed. "After what that monster did to my son, I feared for the child's life!"
*Kill her,* Kaelen urged in my mind. *She's wasting our time with these lies. Tear out her throat and be done with it.*
