“Ask him about your mother.”
Those words stuck with me, long after the guards dragged the assassin away. My mother. I couldn't even remember the last time anyone spoke about her. I looked over at Kael. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Kael.”
Nothing. He kept his gaze fixed somewhere else.
So I stepped closer. “What does my mother have to do with this?”
His eyes flicked to mine for a second before he spoke. “Nothing.”
Way too fast. He was lying. I scowled at him.
“You’re lying.”
He let out this tired sigh. “Elara, go back to your room.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
I crossed my arms. “I want to talk to him again.”
Kael’s face turned to stone. “You heard what he said.”
“Exactly.” I gestured toward the building. “He knows something about me.”
“He doesn’t know everything.”
“Then let him spe
