Maisie
"We arrived too late to save your father, but just in time to reach you. Matilda, the mother you knew, she was strong, but she was dying. We had to keep you safe. Hidden. Because we knew they would return," said Soren.
I had heard this part of the story before, from Kisten. "So you went to Alpha Dante. And made me the help."
I couldn't keep the bite out of my voice, even as Soren nodded. I had in my hand pieces of a story I didn't know what to do with. I didn't know how to even feel. My entire life had been deconstructed in minutes.
But I felt the anger in my gut as I recalled the memory. My father bleeding out in the kitchen tiles. How could I have forgotten such a thing?
The thought clanged in my heart and my gaze snapped to Soren's. "You did something to me, didn't you?"
"I did," Mercer said, his eyes haunted. "What you witnessed wasn't something any twelve year old should. We feared it would break you."
