Chapter 9

TESSA POV

"What do you know about my parents?" The question left me before I could stop it, disbelief bleeding through every syllable.

Malcolm had already turned his wheelchair partway toward the door, one hand resting lightly on the wheel, his expression as calm as if telling me my parents had demanded he protect me was the most ordinary thing in the world.

To me, it wasn't. Nobody was supposed to know about my parents. Nobody. For years, everyone around me had believed I was an orphan, and I had let them. Since I turned ten I had lived with Master Silas, to the world, simply the kind-hearted...