Conlan didn't respond to Lalin, his eyes locked on Lucressia. Eight years of worry, fear, anger, despair and pain spilled out of him in an uncontrolled shout.
"THAT'S THE... In Antivia, when a bride messes up the stew she leaves FOR EIGHT YEARS?!! THIS IS ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR?!" Con reaches his hands up to his hair, nearly pulling it out, then stood there, staring at Lu, before shaking his head.
"And you... " Con put a hand to his face. He let out a long slow breath to regain his composure, and looked again at the Antivan woman. "And you just show up here. After everything I've gone through I can honestly say... you're one crazy bitch and you really ought to be in the dungeons."