Unlike Azriel, Jasmine still wore her mask. For once, she was grateful for that decision. At least no one could see the expression twisting across her face.
Though even that hardly mattered. Her gaze had dropped to her clenched fists resting in her lap, while beside her Azriel watched the performer in the center with a calmness that unsettled her. A crowd had gathered there, watching in admiration as the performer leapt through a flaming hoop. Children gasped in wonder. Adults clapped, impressed.
After everything she had heard so far, Jasmine felt only two things.
Sadness. And anger.
Oh, how cruel and twisted Leo Karumi's life had been.
"What then…?" Jasmine asked, even though a part of her didn't want to. But she felt like she had to.
She had to know.
She needed to know.
How could she not want to know about the life her little brother had lived before?
