He turned his head away. Her finger moved, bringing his face back toward hers without hurting him, and she waited until he was staring into those empty eyes.
{Look at what you did to the mother who raised you.}
She had fed him, protected him, corrected him when he needed it. She had raised him after his real mother died, knowing enough of what he was to understand whom she was caring for— she but she didn't care and raised him as her own.
Marcus hardened his expression beneath her gaze, refusing the accusation before she had finished making it.
{You and the others stripped piece after piece away because you wanted answers. You made me a complete hollow for the Pages whose power none of you can even begin to fathom.}
"You brought it— you brought it upon yourself." Speaking against the force holding him required effort, but anger helped him push the words out. "Who told you to reincarnate into one of our families?"
She became still.
