Chapter 503: A Close Call

When Adriana Whittaker finished speaking, she stepped lightly to the prayer cushion and sat cross-legged. Her thumb rolled the prayer beads, lips moving in a soft murmur as she began chanting again. She was so devout that it was hard to tell whether she was praying for the safety of the son she'd long disdained, or trying to wash away her own guilt. To Wilmia, watching from the side, it seemed more likely to be the latter. Chanting had become Adriana's habit. Whenever the family carried out an execution,...