“Yes. You were dying,” Elara says, unflinching. “The substances your family put into your body were shutting your organs down. Not the architects this time. Your own father.”
My hand jerks in Kieran’s grip, my fingers tightening before I can stop them.“What?”
Elara continues as though she were reading from a report rather than dismantling my entire life.
“He has been drugging you since you were thirteen. He has been slipping suppressants into your food, drinks, and even the vitamins he insisted you take every morning. Her gaze sharpens. “He was aware you had werewolf blood in you, passed down through your family but hidden. However, there was more to it than that.”
She steps closer. “He also discovered vampire blood in your system. Someone reached your mother while she was pregnant.”
