"I made my biggest mistake when I showed you too much mercy back then. I should've just killed you instead of fearing the Calvin family." Ansel's eyes glinted with disdain, a cold echo of the judgmental stare he'd given her years ago when she had fled for life.
Lyra's voice rang out sharply, cutting through the ten meters between them. "I don't understand. You betrayed your own son—and even your granddaughter?"
"I haven't done anything wrong," Ansel replied, his voice dripping with icy detachment.
No one in the Shedd family's generation could match Lyra's talent or hard work. Even when Lyra had uncovered the truth about her parents' deaths, she had never suspected him. That was, until Ansel handed her the glass of Dispersal Agents, and Erin had chillingly mentioned "rooting out the problem."
Despite her keen instincts, she couldn't fathom why Ansel had turned against her.
