I saw the shock in Lance’s eyes.
“What do you mean about your father?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “My father is the victim here!”
I shook my head slowly, firmly.
“No, Lance,” I said, my voice trembling but clear. “Our father died because of your father. He committed treason!”
“No… lies!” Lance shouted, his voice rising with fury as he took a step toward me. His hand reached out like he wanted to grab me—like he still thought he had power over me.
The second he moved closer, something inside me snapped.
I didn’t even understand what was happening at first. But my body responded before my mind could catch up. It was like a dam breaking. Heat surged through me, so intense it felt like my skin would tear apart.
My breathing hitched. My hands started to tremble.
And then
