-Ronan-
It took a while for my head to catch up. Niece… his niece… but that would mean… His brother, which meant... Malcolm was dead, and he was... Amber’s father.
I had connected the dots correctly because the way the tears shone in her guilty-looking eyes gave me the answer I sought. We looked at each other for a long time, the others almost forming a circle around us, while the rest of the guests continued with their night as if nothing was wrong.
“Is he speaking the truth?” I asked.
“Ronan...” she began.
“The truth, Amber,” I demanded. “If that is even your name.” I could hear the anger and venom in my voice.
“Well?” I pressed when she remained quiet.
The tears started to stream down her cheeks, but she wasn’t sobbing. She just looked at me.
“Are you Malcolm’s daughter?” I que
