I don’t know whether I want to strangle Mace to death or I want to strangle myself to death. Maybe both. I’m sitting on my side of the couch, utterly stupefied. I watch as Killian’s face go through a series of emotions—from curiosity (asking who Sade is) to shock (from the news) to anger (as the news sink in)—in the space of five seconds.
Killian just stands there, silent—probably thinking. Planning. He’s been waiting to know who killed our parents for years now, and I’m sure in those years he had planned how he would avenge our parents. And now he knows. After all these years, he knows. So what now? What is going through his mind? I can’t help but think as I stare at him.
“Sade,” Killian says the name like he’s testing it on his tongue.
I move forward, sitting on the edge of the cou
