FIA
I opened my mouth to answer when Cian cut in sharply.
"Do not put her on the spot, Mother."
His voice had that protective edge to it, the one that made me wonder if he was defending me or just trying to avoid whatever answer I might give. But I had already started thinking about it. The words were forming before I could stop them.
"He is stubborn," I said.
Morrigan's eyebrows lifted slightly. Cian's fork stopped moving.
I kept going. "Myopic. And he can be borderline cruel."
Cian scoffed, the sound sharp and disbelieving. He set his fork down with more force than necessary. "Borderline?"
I sighed, looking down at my plate. My fingers traced the edge of my napkin. "But he does have good qualities."
The room went quiet. Even the soft clink of silverware seemed to pause. I forced myself to look up, to meet his eyes. They were dark and wary, like he was bracing for another blow.
