"You, you told Lord Owain that your sister is a witch?" Isabell said, staring at Jocelynn in open mouthed shock.
Marcel had told her when they first met that someone had told Owain about a mark on Ashlynn's body that resembled the mark of a witch. He'd said that the mark was the reason why Lord Owain beat Ashlynn to death and ordered his nights to bury her body at the edge of the Vale of Mists. But Marcel never told her who had given the information to Lord Owain… perhaps the famed Black Merchant hadn't even ferreted out this secret.
"I, I didn't, I didn't think," Jocelynn sobbed. "I didn't think that they should be, should be together," she said as she drew a shuddering breath between great, body shaking sobs. Tears spilled from her eyes and her hands clenched at her skirts with enough force to tear loose a spill of delicate white lace from the cerulean blue silk.
