“Yes, the eyes,” she said. “Your child … Alecto’s eyes.”
A ripple of ice over the face. A hardening of the mouth. He said quietly, “Don’t call her—”
“Alecto! Alecto! Alecto!” repeated Mercy shrilly.
I wanted to make it till ‘my goodness’ moment but I lost my drawing patience
I think Cytherea body could’ve been shot at that point but that’s funnier