I see Saran, a smirk of satisfaction on his face. Then I see Inan, face pained, majacite blade in his hand. The sight rips straight through me; a betrayal colder than ice. He promised. He swore he wouldn’t get in my way. But before I can truly break, I see the worst of it. A sight so alarming, it doesn’t even seem real. My heart stops as they bring him forward. “Baba?”
Inan told him to use her father! That’s how he planned to get the scroll? Yeah, Amari needs to be the next ruler. Inan is too far gone.
