(Lysander’s POV)
I sat quietly in the car. The engine is off, and I’m parked a little way down the street from the address Beta Mid gave me. My hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly as my eyes stay glued to the house ahead.
I don’t know what I’m expecting to see. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. But Mid told me Almira was staying here. I gave him the order to track her because I needed answers.
The documents my father shoved in my face keep replaying in my mind.
I need to know if they’re real. If she really took the money and…
I swallowed hard.
It’s impossible, right? What kind of woman could do something so evil? It might not be long, but I know that she’s not the kind who’d kill her own blood. I’m more convinced that it’s my father planting lies inside my head again.
