“I did.” Although we’d had a lot to do after the battle at the Spirit Temple, Kira had insisted we take some time for ourselves too. Once the world had settled down a bit, we’d spent two weeks in the middle of nowhere, relaxing and recovering from our ordeals. I’d done that painting then, along with many others, including some I definitely wouldn’t want my parents to see.
“It’s beautiful,” my mother said. “I’m so happy you’re painting again.”
“Why are you here?” I asked again, pinning my father with a steely gaze.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He looked a lot older than I remembered. “I’ve come to tell you I deeply regret what I did that day, and I’m sorry. I thought I was helping you.”
My eyes narrowed at him. “You turned me in to the Onyx Army. You effectively sealed my death
