Primus stared at me as if his mind had simply… stopped. Not shocked. Not angry. Just frozen, like the gears inside him refused to move.
"I'm saying they planned your death." I repeated calmly.
He swallowed hard. "Because I married Lana?"
Steve looked between us. "That's… that was your theory, right? That the Del Reys didn't want your marriage?"
Primus nodded stiffly, jaw locked. He looked at me, searching. "Okay. If that's the reason, fine. Tell me everything. Why do you think they planned it?"
"That's why I needed to ask about Lana," I said quietly.
Primus exhaled slowly through his nose. "I already told you everything. I met her. I loved her. I married her. We had Lara. Her clan never liked me much. That's normal. But—"
He cut himself off.
I leaned forward. "Primus. I'm going to tell you what I found."
"…tell me," he whispered.
"Good," I said. "Because this is not easy to hear."
I continued.
