The terrible scream of guilt, disbelief, and anger that erupted from Ash was met with no sympathy. No one knew the specifics, but the visuals showed that the thorny ancient curse had seemingly been moved from son to mother.
Simon had his first breath of relief in what felt like forever, but it had only been a few minutes.
The head guard still stood by Simon's crumbled body as the last of the thorns disappeared into the ground and towards their new target, Ash.
Ash's anguish was only met with scorn. The betrayal felt by the Fae folks at that time was immeasurable, and even when Ash rushed around trying to avoid the thorns gripping her, there was nowhere to run.
She had pleaded to take this pain for her son, but the reality proved that those were just empty words.
This revelation from Syla and his queen was just too much for the Faes to handle.
At this moment, the old Fae elders were struck dumb.
