Ravena's hands flew to her mouth. "Not again! Goddess… not again." She staggered. "First they take my Magnus, now my daughter. What do they want from me? What else do they want to take away from me?"
Kyllian crossed the distance in two strides, he pulled her into his arms. She felt so small in his embrace—nothing like the regal force of nature that had once commanded the court and bent half the noble houses to her will. "I promise you," Kyllian murmured into her hair, "I will find her. I'll bring her home. I only came for a change of clothes and supplies. I'm going back out there immediately."
Ravena buried her face against his chest, her sobs soaking into his shirt. "I forced Magnus to let her be with Damien…" she whispered, trembling. "Me, of all people—me—in support of a vampire being with my own daughter. But it was the only way to save her life. And now look…" She shook her head. "Poor girl hasn't had a moment's breath since she left here."
