'You heard me, Lyra. Your father's blood is in your veins... and your father's blood is on your hands."
My mother’s words echoed in the darkness.
I looked over at her.
Then at Kael .
And then back to her.
My mind refused to accept what I'd just heard. "You're lying.
The words came in a whisper.
My mother winced.
"I wish I was."
Kael did not move.
His face was inscrutable, but his golden eyes had grown hard.
"What do you think you're accusing my father of?
My mother looked at him. "Your father didn't kill mine by himself.
Her voice trembled. "His whole council was in on it.
Kael's jaw tightened. "My father died defending his people.
'So did mine,' he said.
They glanced at each other.
There was a something between them I didn't understand.
Ancient grudge.
Old hurt.
Perhap
