'…What the hell happened?'
I let out a tired sigh as I leaned back on the sofa in the main hall.
Elijah had already told me about what Amaury did in his kingdom.
'...Killing his own father.'
Even though he had no feelings for him, it was still fucked up.
I rubbed my temples, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes.
"I should've checked on him," I muttered.
There were always signs of him turning to darkness.
I had neglected him because I was busy with my own life.
Who would have thought he would do such a thing again.
My gaze shifted to the boy who was affected the most by it.
Across the hall, Elijah stood near the window, arms crossed.
"This isn't your fault," I said.
He turned, leaning on the window frame.
"It isn't completely," he corrected. "But I can't pretend it had nothing to do with me either."
I sighed, unable to speak anymore.
"He did it because Heather didn't choose him, right?" Aimar asked, his eyes on Elijah.
Elijah stiffened at Aimar's words.
