What should I have done, darling? Cradled you in my arms while others’ daughters perished? While they burned? Should I have valued your life more than theirs?”
“Yes!” The confession burst from me in a shock of cold regret, and I capitalized on it, clenching my fist. The water around Morgane’s feet froze to solid ice. It trapped her. “You should have valued me—you should’ve protected me—because I am the only person in this world who still loves you!”