“Tell me about my mother.”
Kael didn’t say a word.
I just stood there, waiting. My head was still spinning from what the assassin said.
Ask him about your mother.
Honestly, I never cared much about the past. My mother died when I was a kid. That’s all anyone ever told me. No story, no details, no answers. Just her grave. Just memories that fade a little more every year.
But now here Kael was, standing right in front of me, acting like he knew her.
“You knew my mother.”
He dropped his gaze.
“Yes.”
My stomach dropped.
“How?”
“She was important.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He finally looked up.
“We knew each other.”
“How?”
“We crossed paths years ago.”
“Before she died?”
“Yes.”
I swallowed. Hard.
“What was she like?”
For once, Kael let his guard down.
“She was strong.” He a
