"I'd like to see those drawings someday," Liam said softly. "If any survived."
"They didn't," I replied, the old pain still there but dulled now by everything that had happened since. "Jon burned them all. That's why I stopped drawing altogether."
Kane's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with renewed anger. "Even if he didn't know everything, he still chose cruelty."
"Yes," I agreed, unable to fully excuse Jon's actions despite understanding more about his motivations. "But I'm not here for him. Bring me Marla next."
The guards escorted me back into the library, and I resumed my position behind the desk, steeling myself for what would likely be a more difficult confrontation. Unlike Jon, Marla wouldn't have the excuse of ignorance.
When she was brought in, Marla looked nothing like the
