“My father knew. He knew that the corrupt were just hybrids, living their lives. But he enjoyed being so close to the throne, would never give it up. When he learned I was a hybrid—and that my mother must have been one too…he looked at me as if I had betrayed him.” Calysian cups my face, tilting my head until his dark eyes meet mine. “You’re allowed to hate him. And to love him. You’re allowed to choose not to forgive him.”
