"Of course." She was unsure what had happened, but she could have felt the room grow colder. Her face dropped and she leaned back into her seat. Whatever kinship she'd felt with her daughter, gone in that moment. She had been asking for better questions because Katherine knew him. She wasn't a social creature. She had elevated people like her murderers all her life because the moment you gave them trust they turned and bit you. Pit Vipers knew better loyalty.
Shannon slipped into a more guarded posture. For a moment, no matter how brief, she had forgotten Kat had been raised by those very people. She crossed her legs, and templed her fingers, as her elbows rest against the arm. Listening to Rhysand.
"The people of your Hewn City sound very familiar. I grew up on the island with a large group of them that could have been from there. Unfortunately, I didn't have a Velaris to retreat to. I only had my brother to depend on."