I rounded on Kason. "Did you know my dad? Meric Hawthorn?"
"No. Why?" His dark eyes narrowed. "What's wrong?"
"He knew you. Or knew of you."
Did he? He'd never said anything about a human living in Faction 11. And of all the witches living in the outskirts of the city, why tell Ty? Dad had said maybe ten words to him total in the four years I'd known him. Back when leaving my house was an actual thing, we hung out at Ty's on the other side of the outskirts, mostly because my younger siblings could be d***s sometimes. Dad knew Ty pretty much by name, but that was it.
"Talk to me, Hadley. Why would I know your dad?" Kason asked.
"I don't know." I shifted away from Nasty and stood, a nervous energy swimming in my gut. "Do me a favor and type a message to my dear friend Ty. Tell him to vi
