"Not that ye'll be alive ta' see it, Cousin Ian…"
The instant she said it, Sybyll wished she could snatch the words back. She knew she was pushing her limits when she mentioned the way the Lothians had been dancing to Lady Ashlynn's tune, but Ian looked so smug and confident that she would fall not long after him, and when Loman piled on by lashing out at Hugo…
She'd lost control of her tongue, just like she'd lost control of her temper in the west gate plaza when Loman's arrow nearly claimed Lord Jalal's life. And in doing so, she put everything that she and Ashlynn had planned at risk.
During the long nights that Sybyll spent training with Ashlynn and Thane, preparing the young witch to claim her vengeance against Owain Lothian, there had been moments of pause and rest. In those moments, Lady Ashlynn paid back the lessons she received in swordsmanship by helping Sybyll prepare herself to seize control of Hanrahan Barony.
