“Mae,” Margot chided. “You are not helping this situation.” “She did something, Mother. Tricked him or—” “Enough.” Father’s command left no room for disobedience. He released Mae and lowered to a crouch in front of me, his caramel eyes searching mine. “Tell me honestly. Have you met Zavier before this day?” “No.” I shook my head. “Never.” “Have you crossed paths with any of the Turans since they’ve arrived?” “Not once.” “Where were you today?”
