Violet
"The man. The one with the scar." Ila pointed at her jaw. "He's the son of one of the Council lords."
My stomach dropped and I frowned. "I don't know him, and I didn't—"
"You didn't do anything. I heard you went out to the Inner district with Lyra at some point. He's one of those who insulted you when you were there." Ila relaxed in her seat with a sigh. "Apparently, Lyra reported it to Kael."
Slow realization dawned on me as I remembered that day. The whispers.
I straightened in my seat, a bit confused.
I knew I had heard some things, but I could not recall any insult that would—
"I know what you might be thinking," Ila's words disrupted my thoughts and I glanced at her. "I was there. He actually said other things about you." She then rolled her eyes. "And then the obtuse fool was shocked Kael ripped out his jaw."
The world seemed to tip slightly.
I whispered. "He… what?"
Kael did that?
