Xara.... Well... what should she even feel now?
She had lost her children, of course... and it made sense—anyone would leave her after witnessing the truth of her life, after seeing what she really was beneath the mask she wore for so long.
After all, even her own mother and father were terrified of her... so what could she possibly expect from her children, the ones she had raised with what little love and tenderness she knew?
She had hidden her real face from them.
A wicked face.
A monstrous face.
To be perfectly honest, she was never interested in children to begin with. She had only done her part in the deal she made with Mortimer—nothing more, nothing less.
It was a transaction, a cold decision. However... the moment she held them in her arms for the first time... the moment her skin touched theirs... something strange and powerful had stirred within her.
Something raw.
Something unfamiliar.
Something she couldn't even begin to define.
