Aloud, her voice cut through the room. "Now, someone tells me this is true. How all of you are just liars."
"Yes," King Benkin answered solemnly. "She is your cousin, and unfortunately, Araben's sister."
Ren's breath hitched. "Does she know?"
"She does," the king said gently. "But she doesn't want it announced. She loves her foster family."
He paused, visibly weighing his next words. Though he had revealed the truth, his final judgment was still pending. First, he needed to verify whether Alekin D'Orient truly did not know about his daughter's survival.
Azrael, however, insisted otherwise, that the Lord of Zillgaira knew exactly what had become of her.
"What are we going to do now?" Ren demanded, her voice low now. "How could you send her to retrieve that Spike instead of Daniella?"
The question struck the room like a whip. That spy girl had volunteered -volunteered- to risk her life. So why had they gambled with Gloria's instead?
