“Did you like his story?” she asked. “The dutiful father confessing, seeking redemption for past sins.” “It was you. All of it was you, wasn’t it? You lied, planting the seeds of doubt and fear in him for his own sons.” Nismera shrugged. “Pretty much, but to be fair, it wouldn’t have worked so well had the thoughts not already been there for me to twist.” She playfully spun the spear, snapping her teeth at her father. She was beyond psychotic. “Why?” I asked. “Why all of this?” Nismera smiled, but Unir cut her off. “She was made wrong.”
