Chapter 117 In Which the Truth Wears a Familiar Face (Part 2)

“Oh, how I despised that man,” she said, her voice dropping into a light, almost conversational tone that sent a violent chill down my spine. “Your father. Gods, Isolde, he was so pathetically weak. So unbearably obnoxious with his soft heart, his tearful devotion, and his suffocating love for a kin...

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