Randine and I returned to the fully-lit office room after a vomit-worthy ride back up the elevator. I’d found the nearest thing to sit on before I keeled over.
Your father was killed by one of them. It wasn’t a car accident.
My mother must’ve known about Theron. She must’ve known he wasn’t any normal volyr, a sentient one at that. A volyr living in such comfort despite being banished to the Inner wasn’t a nobody either.
He was someone important. The heir of the ruling volyr sept, as Randine called.
We’d make a lot of enemies in Etheria. Enemies we aren’t even aware of.
He’d gone after my parents. He’d come after me.
We had to keep you away to keep you safe.
“Do you see now?” Randine said, who’d been patiently waiting for me to chew over the abominations.
“Can he speak telepathi
