Chapter 165: Monster, Part 2
Korin squeezed his hand again. "All the Priests used to l-love you." Telmé looked up, frowning, but before he could ask, Korin continued, eyes on their hands. "The High Priest or one of the Princes would vent to them about how difficult you or I were being, and the Priests would agree and sympathize. But the moment they were alone, they would talk about how the real problem was that you knew you were stuck with an unworthy brat, that you deserved better. They would say over and over that you just needed a real Priest to tend your needs instead of a stuck-up child who obviously didn't know what to do with you, wasn't even interesting enough to garner your attention. Such a waste of good meat, they'd say." His mouth twisted.
Rage churned through Telmé; he snarled, fought against an urge to bare his fangs, find the gutless Priests and tear their throats out. "I'll kill"
"And then you would run off with Gidie"