He glanced at me, drenched in blood, then settled himself at the table and poured a cup of tea as though he had all the time in the world.
"Don't blame me. After all, the pup in Seraphina's belly is mine. Can't very well have him calling another wolf father, can we?"
I braced myself against the wall, barely upright. "So you'd rob me of ever siring pups again?"
Caspian let out a short laugh. "Now that's unfair. Seraphina was the one who laced the food. Seraphina was the one who decided you wouldn't keep the ability. I merely... mentioned the idea."
I stared at him, nails digging into my palms until I felt skin break.
He rose and walked over to me. "Though, you should count yourself lucky the pup isn't yours. Imagine it growing up and calling me 'Father.' How would you stomach that?"
"Bring the tonic over. Make him drink it. Help build up his strength."
The guards pried my jaw open and forced the liquid down my throat. I recognized the taste. Severance Root. Bitter as wolfsbane, but worse. Wolfsbane killed the body. This killed everything else.