In unison, the two halted. “I understand. I think I’d have done the same thing. But you know, there’s something I’ve always wondered.”
“What’s that?”
“Why didn’t she raise her own son?”
“Broden?” Marshall looked down the street before meeting Jerrett’s eyes, then glancing off once again. “Because I saw her . . . mistreat him. I stopped her, but I should have stopped her sooner. I doubted what she was up to . . . for a time. Broden was just an infant, completely at her mercy. But when I saw . . .” He swallowed hard. “When I saw her with my own eyes, when I could not deny the truth, I informed Rowena. That very night she and I arranged for someone to take Broden from the palace.”
“And you feel no . . . guilt for having done so?”
“Guilt? No! It was the right thing to do. In time, Lilith would have—”
“Killed him?”
“I believe so.”
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