Ariel laid the books on the bed, and she sat in front of them, staring at them, yet she couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness that clung to her.
She wasn’t sure she was ready to learn the whole truth.
A little part of her—the part that was still clinging to the fact that she loved Kane—had refused to believe he had a hand in her parents deaths.
She was afraid to confirm it now if it was really true.
“You can do this.” She gave herself a little pep talk as she picked up the first book. She had recognized it as the book she had seen in Kane’s pack that had been torn.
But this pack had the complete version.
She flipped the page to the needed page; the page number was already stuck in her head. And this time, the content was there, staring right back at her.
Ariel took a deep breath
