Kael
I didn't close my eyes once that night.
I sat beside her, still in the chair, my arms crossed, eyes on the floor, thinking about what kind of bastard would do this to her.
Every time I thought about it, my hands itched to grab a gun and hunt down the motherfucker who had the balls to hurt her.
My mind went through everyone who could've had a reason.
Cleo? No. She liked to play games but not like this. The guards? Unlikely. None of them are bold enough to try that.
Her uncle, though… Varyn. The way he looked at her, the way his eyes followed her when he thought no one was watching—something about him had always made my stomach twist and I knew he was the most likely suspect.
Still, I didn't have proof. If I went after him without evidence, I'd be the one branded a traitor. And if he found out I suspected him, he'd make sure Seraphina paid for it.
