"Who?"
The word came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Kael stood across from me, his face unreadable.
"The person who ordered the attack," I repeated. "Who is it?"
He didn't answer.
My patience snapped.
"You said they were still alive."
"Yes."
"Then give me their name."
"Not yet."
I stared at him.
"Not yet?"
"We don't have enough proof."
My hands curled into fists.
"My parents are dead."
"I know."
"My mother was hunted."
"I know."
"My father died protecting me."
"I know."
"And you still want me to wait?"
Kael's eyes hardened.
"I want you alive."
"I don't care!"
The words echoed through the chamber.
Kael went silent.
I immediately regretted shouting, but the anger inside me was too strong.
For seventeen years, someone had been walking freely while my parent
