Kylie sat in a chair by the window. Her brown hair was lank and unwashed, pulled back in a low ponytail. Her skin was pale, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked up when Lyra stepped into the room but made no move to greet her.
Lyra paused just inside the door, waiting. Kylie said nothing. She only turned her head back to the window, staring out at the training grounds below.
“Have you heard about your father?” Lyra finally asked.
Kylie gave a stiff nod. “Callan came to visit me. He told me what happened.” Her voice was soft and hoarse from disuse.
“You spoke to the council investigator?”
She stared out the window so long that Lyra thought she might not answer. “Yes,” she whispered. “I told her the truth. I admitted what I did. My father and brother had no part in it.”
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