While my father slept, which is a nicer word for locking him as he passed out in his room while two guards watched over his chamber, Kal and I found ourselves arguing in the library.

And by arguing, I meant discussing what to do with my father. As for my sister, the already confused emotions that I felt for her became even more confused.

“Evadne,” he called to me as I paced in front of him, the bookshelves behind me seemed to judge my panic attack too.

“Kal, no. Listen to me. He...he’s been sleeping with her and all this time I thought Elodie simply hates me because—because she—”

“Evadne.”...