Keffer caught her arm and yanked her off the bed, pushing her against the wall. “Enough, Ileana. You’re killing him.”
She started to protest, and his hand touched her breast. A wave of sensation flooded through her, driving all else from her mind. Ileana staggered when it stopped, catching and holding Keffer for support. It took her several tries to catch her breath. “My father was not a traitor.”
“I am well aware of who and what your father was, Ileana.” Keffer pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly.
“He was lying.” She clung to him.
“He told the truth as he saw it, precious heart.”
“Is it his fault he was deceived?” Keffer looked down at her.
“That doesn’t excuse that he lied to me then.” She glared.
“No.” Keffer nodded. “It does not. You were his wife, and should have been his first loyalty. He broke the laws of sacred hospitality. You are not wrong to be angry.” He tilted her head up. “But some of your anger is misdirected. Tell me, precious heart, is it the knife or the one who wields it that holds responsibility for the cut?”
“Why would they…” She shook her head, and let Keffer guide her to a chair. “Why would anyone seek to hurt my father?”
“Greed for his lands.” Keffer shrugged. “And sheer ignorance. How few among the mortal realm would believe such as I still exist? Your family has performed its sacred duty well these past centuries.”
“And now it’s his family holding the castle.” Ileana sighed. “Nicolas.”
“The man who tried to save your sister.” Keffer raised an eyebrow.
“I…” She sighed. “I need to think.”
“Take your time, precious heart.” Keffer rose, then bent and picked up Thomas, slinging the unconscious man over his shoulder.
“Where are you…” Ileana frowned.
“Forgive me, dear one, but I do not think it is in his best interest to be within your line of sight.” Keffer shrugged. “I will return him to you when your rage no longer controls you.”
Ileana sighed, then nodded. She took a deep breath, and then rose and began to pace.