Leilani.
I stood in front of him, shocked to my bones and processing his words over and over again like English was not my first language anymore. And the more I thought about it, the less sense it made to me.
My hands balled into fists as I stared at Darius like he had finally lost his mind. Like he was toying with me… but his expression said otherwise.
Even the stubborn glint in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
It was true.
He wasn't faking this.
It was obvious that this wasn't a joke. That this wasn't some folklore or a mini version of the movie: Merlin, or even Game of Thrones.
This was real life… my real life.
"If Malakai isn't my father, then who is?" I asked slowly, as if afraid… as if scared that whatever I was about to learn from his response would alter my entire reality.
He didn't even turn to look at me. He didn't even spare me a glance or seem as affected as I was as he said the words:
"My father."
As in… his father.
