"Your classmate's father kidnapped your brother when he was five years old," Kieran said, his eyes drilling straight into Hanalei. "He locked your mother in a cellar. He forced her to marry him, stripped her of everything she owned, and spent a year trying to turn Adrien into a pint-sized executioner before he could even read."
Hanalei's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched inside Dimitri's grip, but she didn't pull away. Not yet.
"Kieran, stop," I whispered, the old chest pains flareup making it hard to swallow.
