Ciaran straightened up slowly.
“Why do you always call me that?” He tilted his head to one side, curious.
The music faded, and the villagers huddled together. Several men brandished torches and swords, but of course, it was Eoghan who stood front and center, eyes full of fury.
“Because you’re an abomination.”
Ciaran smiled guilelessly. “You raised me.”
“And yet I never fully cured you of the monstrousness inside of you.”
“I think it’s monstrous, that you’d murder a woman who helped you. What’s kindness, then? Shunning a boy after he finds out you lied to him his entire life?”
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