AYASHA'S POV
"Wait," I said. "If your mother confessed to the Elder Prince, why would he raise you? Why would he show you that kind of mercy?"
Nadir's eyes darted away for just a second before meeting mine again. It was quick, but I caught it. The tell of someone who wasn't quite telling the truth or someone who believed what he was told was the ultimate truth.
"He is a good man," he said.
"No," I said slowly. "That's not it. Someone who just lost his daughter to murder doesn't raise the murderer's child out of goodness. There's something else."
"It doesn't matter."
But it did matter. Everything mattered. Every detail could be the key to understanding what was really happening here. What game the Elder Prince was really playing.
"Who paid for the assassination?" I asked.
Nadir shifted uncomfortably. "It was covered up, but what was managed to me dug up showed that it was one of the twenty competitors' packs."
"Why?"
