Roman's POV
I glanced at the others after Kael's words. Their faces mirrored my own shock. So I wasn't the only one who had understood.
Finally, Kael had noticed what Kaizan had said that day. He fancied blonds.
Kael had always had sharp senses for seeing through twisted minds like Kaizan's, for understanding exactly what people like him were thinking.
Someone like Kaizan, obsessed with the same bitch, would always be particular about his choices. He wouldn't look at brunets. And the way he had looked at Eira that day made it clear—he wasn't interested at all.
The bitch he had been obsessing over might not have been Eira at all, but a someone blond.
And there was only one blond bitch involved in that incident from six years ago, though we had thought she was a victim—or at least, that's what we were shown.
Still, we needed proof before we concluded anything.
Maybe there was something missing that we couldn't see under those strong proofs.
