Fiore's heart pounded in her chest as Daemon’s words sank in, each one striking her like a blow. Reginald killed her mother. The truth was like a shard of glass, cutting through the confusion that had lingered over her life. A cold numbness spread through her veins as her mind raced. Her father wouldn't have known, right? If he did, how could he still stand by Reginald's side, acting like they were friends, allies?
She felt dizzy, unable to piece it all together. There were too many questions—too many things that didn't make sense. Her lips parted, but no words came. She didn’t know what to ask first. So she said nothing. She let Daemon continue, praying he’d reveal something that made the chaos in her head more manageable.
"I don't know how Reginald did it," Daemon said quietly, his dar
