I opened my mouth to speak, to defend my father, to do something, but nothing came out. I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, as if the very air around me had turned to ice, stealing the warmth from my skin.
The little girl turned her head, her wide, tear-streaked eyes locking with mine.
And my world collapsed.
Her fear, her pain, it was real. She was real.
I wanted to scream, to rage, to deny it all. But there was no denying the truth standing before me, a little girl broken by a world I thought I could escape.
Kael wasn’t done.
"Aren’t you going to ask her?" His voice cut through the room, each word like a knife digging deeper into my chest. "Ask her how many men have touched her at The Hollow. Ask her how many human men have used her. Ask her how much she get
