FIA
"Valentine?"
The name came from both of them at once, their voices overlapping in a way that made the hair on my arms stand up.
I looked between Morrigan and Maren, confusion pulling my brows together.
"Who is Valentine?"
They shared a glance. The kind that passed information without words, the kind that made my stomach tighten because I knew whatever came next would change something.
Morrigan reached for the paper and held it carefully, like it might burn her fingers.
"He is Madeline's father."
The words landed wrong. They did not make sense at first. My brain tried to arrange them into something logical, something that fit with what I already knew, but they kept slipping through my understanding like water through a sieve.
Then they clicked.
My gut twisted so hard I thought I might be sick.
"What?"
The girl on the bed watched me with those clear, impossible eyes.
"He is the one who tried to kill me?" I said, hearing my voice go thin and strange.
