“You let me love you—made me believe it was real—when you were my uncle the whole time.”
Her voice cracked as she shouted:
“You violated me, Kai. You used me. And then you left me here with that monster that you callMother!”
She was breathing hard now, wild with betrayal.
“This wasn’t love. It was manipulation. You ruined my life—and his!”
She took one step forward, voice low but venomous.
“You’re scared you’ll burn if this bloodline dies out?”
Her voice cracked, but her rage only sharpened.
“For what you and your mother did to me—you’re both going to burn.”
She glared at him, her voice steady now.
“And I hope you do.”
Her eyes narrowed, glassy with rage.
“Did she have my parents killed?”
The question ripped out of her.
“Did you?”
His silence stretched.
Heavy.
Final.
Like a verdict she already knew.
She screamed—raw and guttural.
Kai flinched.
Then took a step back, like she might rip him apart.
Maybe she would.
She grabbed the nearest thing—a glass vase—and hurled it at him.
It shattered against the wall just inches from his head.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just looked at her.
A flicker of something—fear, regret, maybe even shame—crossed his face.
And then he turned.