“Of course not. You would never. You’re as pure as the driven snow.”
“No,” I say, knowing he’s misunderstood. “I’m not talking about Astra Tyrannis. I’m talking about Kian. Cillian. Artem.”
“Your father and your uncles. I’m familiar with them.”
I resume pacing. “They made it their mission to dismantle s*x trafficking rings in their cities. They extinguished that kind of crime ring from the territories they ruled. But once they started, they realized how deep it went,” I continue. “They realized how many women were forced into it. How many men profited off it. It was their cause before it was mine.”
I let the words sit for a moment, remembering the early days, when I was just a snot-nosed little kid trying to keep up with the big boys.
Uncle Kian had always been passionate about what w
