Thoren
For a moment, no one moved.
Reddick stood just inside the doorway like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t just dropped something into the middle of my world that threatened to fracture it at the foundation. Kael stood between us and slightly off to the side, his entire body coiled tight with anger, betrayal, and something deeper he was clearly trying—and failing—to contain.
And me?
I stayed seated.
Not because I wasn’t reacting.
But because I was.
Too much.
“You’re going to want to start from the beginning,” I said finally, my voice quieter than it should have been. Controlled. Measured. “And you’re going to want to choose your words very carefully.”
Reddick didn’t hesitate.
“My father faked his death,” he said again, as if repetition would make it easier to ac
