Elira's POV

I didn't even know who to feel. Different thoughts clashed in my mind as I stared at the architect — the architect of the war.

All of it was a lie

Every one of them.

Dante wasn't the architect. He was just caught up in everything. Just like I was.

“That's not fair… you were supposed to shield him,” my voice broke, “you were supposed to protect him, grandfather! You left him. You erased him.”

“Dante was a weakness we couldn't afford. In this family, you know you can't try giving in to weakness.”

“All kids are weak! You should have known that before you had him,” I...