Your mother was no longer pure in my father’s eyes so when she offered to relinquish her husband and return to him, he refused her. And as punishment for choosing your father, he decided that if he couldn’t have Finelle, then Finelle couldn’t have her child.’
I could feel the blood leave my face. ‘You’re talking about me?’
Leif dropped my hands and put his arms around me. ‘Marla, you were not yet conceived. My father spoke of a child not yet in existence. His decree forbade your mother her pregnancy.’
‘Her pregnancy? Which pregnancy, the first, the second . . . ?’
‘Fae women have only one.’
‘So your father wants me dead,’ I whispered. I wanted to throw up.
Leif was on his feet. He scooped me into his arms and held me against him. ‘Marla, I will fix it, I will make it all right.’