“You have the nerve to come out here and call himson,” I sneered. “You act as though nothing has happened, as though he's still married to your daughter, and you've supported him all along. When you sat here in the High Council Castle and let him be ostracized without intervening on his behalf. Do not tell me that a word from the Chief High Councilman would not have helped his case.”
“It was not my place,” Lorcan said stiffly.
“Then you aren't as loyal to family as I'd thought,” I shrugged and turned away.
“And theyarestill married,” Lorcan said, freezing me in my tracks.
“What did you say?” I asked in a low, dangerous tone as Tiernan inhaled sharply.
“They never divorced,” Lorcan looked to his daughter, who looked away guiltily. “You said you were waiting for your husband to return.”
“I...” she sighed.
“She declared our marriage over,” Tiernan said gently to his ex-father-in-law. “I'm sorry, Councilman but we are no longer related.”
“When?” Lorcan looked to his daughter. “Tell me, Cliona!”
“Before he left,” she shrugged. “I couldn't be the wife of a traitor.”
“He's not a traitor,” I growled and she paled to an ugly ocher color.
“You knew how I felt about Tiernan,” Lorcan shook his head sadly. “How I felt about his defense of Sorcha. It was nobly done and though he was labeled a traitor, it was an honorable exile. Everyone knew it. How could you abandon your husband so easily? And such a man as he? You didn't have to follow him but you should have at least remained true to him.”
“I didn't abandon him,” she cried. “He abandoned me when he chose to stand against our queen.”
“Your queen is a fucking psychopath,” I snarled.
“She's your grandmother!” Cliona (what a stupid name) gasped.
“That doesn't blind me to the fact that she's as crazy as Caligula,” I huffed.
“It's nice to see you too, Granddaughter,” Caligula herself walked up and joined the conversation.
“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” I groaned and then pasted a huge, fake smile on my face as I turned to confront Queen Iseabal, my grandmother, whom I secretly called Insane Izzy. “Hello, Grandmother.”
“Still upset over that whole silly misunderstanding?” She asked sweetly.
“See what I mean?” I asked Lorcan as I swirled my fingers near my temple. “She's loo loo.”
Lorcan cleared his throat but I caught his lips twitching.
“Please don't start any rumors questioning my sanity,” Iseabal sighed. “They're so boring.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked her baldly. There was no sense in arguing about sanity with a crazy person.
“I was informed that I'd be needed here for a summit to discuss a truce to be signed between us and some human mutants,” she said derisively.
“They're witches and you don't need to be here until next week,” I glared at her.
“But then I heard that my son was here, supporting his daughter and I thought that I too, should be here for my family,” she added sweetly.
“And bring my boyfriend's ex-wife with you?” I lifted a brow.
“Lady Cliona wanted to visit her father,” Iseabal said innocently.
“Of course she did and I'm sure she had no idea that her gorgeous, valiant ex-husband whom she foolishly abandoned would be here as well,” I huffed. “I don't have time for this.” I turned and started walking away again.
“Mother?” I heard Keir's voice and froze... again.
