Chapter 33
As I sat in bed, boredom gnawing at my insides, I couldn't help but watch Kael as he worked, his focus unwavering, his mind seemingly lost in the depths of his own vendetta. I knew I needed answers, needed to understand why he had dragged me into his twisted game of revenge against my father. "Tell me," I demanded, my voice tinged with frustration, "what did my father do to deserve this? What did he do to you?" Kael glanced up from his work, his expression unreadable. "Your father," he began slowly, "is a man who thought he could control everything and everyone. But he made a grave mistake, one that cost him dearly." I narrowed my eyes, refusing to be placated by his vague answers. "That doesn't tell me anything," I snapped, my voice laced with irritation. "I need specifics, Kael. What
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