AMBER did not love their father. She did not want the children to become chains that tied her to that past.
That was why she sometimes called Yael a little monster and hurt her own sons—to wound their father even after his death.
Everything was tangled together in a complicated web of emotions. From the outside, it was impossible to say who was truly right or wrong.
"Aunt Amber promised me something," Carter said after a moment. "After the wedding, your sister will be allowed to leave. She understands Whitney's situation. She never intended to harm her."
His words left me feeling strangely lost.
What was truth, and what was illusion in this world?
The people I once believed were villains had their own hopes and pain. The ones I thought were good had destroyed other families.
Was it the Blackwells' fault?
Or the Morrigans'?
Their hatred stretched back through generations, an endless knot no one could untangle.
And Whitney had been caught in the middle of it.
