"She bore the scar from the day she was born."
McKenna turned sharply to Anthony, his brow creasing. If Anthony was telling the truth, then there was more to his wife than he'd ever known.
"What did you sense?" he asked, his voice low. Ever since his powers stirred around her, questions had been clawing at him, questions not even the judge could answer.
Anthony leaned back, resting an arm on the chair. "If I knew," he said, lips pressed into a line, "I would have told you. This is beyond me, McKenna. Even beyond Maxwell."
McKenna's eyes darkened. "The monarch," he muttered, almost to himself. "The monarch of death will know."
Anthony blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift. He glanced behind him, half-expecting someone else in the room. But McKenna's gaze didn't move, it was locked on him.
Anthony gave a short, uneasy laugh, "surely, you don't mean what you just said?"
