I couldn’t sleep after Kael told me my parents were murdered.
Every time I shut my eyes, I saw that photograph. My mother’s easy smile. My father steady at her side. And the little girl between them—me. I kept asking myself what my life could’ve been like if they’d lived. Maybe my mother would have taught me about the Moon Weavers. Maybe my father would have shown me how to fight. Maybe I’d know who I really was.
But I grew up with nothing but questions nobody wanted to answer. And Kael? He’d known. For ten years. I hated how much that stung.
By morning, my anger was back in full force. I tracked Kael down in the western hall—he was talking to two guards. As soon as he saw me, he sent them away.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“The truth.”
He barely blinked. “You already have some of i
