Chapter 512

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“Definitely, your Highness.”

I left the ward to join Lyric in the car.

“How’s she?”

“Getting better, I hope.”

I started the car. Lyric’s hand was on mine before I could move the wheel.

“She’ll be fine, Jaris. The most important thing is that we saved her. We’ll get her the prosthetic hands when she’s fit to use them. We’ll make sure she’s properly cared for… She’ll get better.”

I took a deep breath, my head falling back to the seat.

Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel better. Greta was too messed up in the head. Her sanity had been completely crushed by the cruelty she suffered for eight years. I knew they didn’t want to say it, but it would take years for her to get better.

I didn’t feel connected to her, not when I was mated to Lyric. But man, I did feel terrible. She was a sweet, bright girl who wanted a normal life until she got sucked into my family’s madness. She’d never used her siphoning powers on anyone until she met me and gave me her blood to help defeat Caden.

She wanted the best for me. But in the end, Caden got the chance to ruin her.

“She’ll be fine,” Lyric’s voice came again, reassuringly.

A few minutes into the drive, I felt a little better. But that was until Lyric brought up an unsettling topic.

“I think you should give them a chance.”

“No. They don’t deserve it.”

I didn’t need to ask who she was referring to. It was the bastards that’d been sending endless letters and emails to me, begging for a meeting.

The Dregs. They even named themselves. Fucking hilarious.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣? 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Jaris, please. I’ve seen what Caden does to people. That guy was a full-time manipulator. He orchestrated the whole thing, turned everyone against themselves, and picked a side to fool the most. The Dregs saw him as someone offering help to them when they were at a losing war.” She sighed. “Like me, they’re just victims of his manipulations.”

I snorted and looked out the window.

“Why don’t we talk about something else? I believe we have interesting topics.”

She rolled her eyes, clearly upset I was deviating from the topic.

Not like I cared. “Let’s start with the vacation. Do you think the kids are still interested?”

“Of course, they are.” Another eye roll. “Xyla has been rechecking her bags since yesterday.”

Hm. “I can imagine.”

First thing in the morning, the four of us would be leaving for Greece. It would be our first vacation as a family.

It was supposed to be for two weeks, but honestly, we might end up staying a month. This past year had been a lot—too many tumbles, heartaches, devastating discoveries.

I wanted to be away from everything and just focus on my family, for a month at least.

“So, have you changed your mind? Will you be attending the party?” she asked a while later.

It was a random Alpha’s birthday party. Lately, I’d been too uninterested in social activities.

“Don’t think so.”

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