Sol's POV
"Did you know?"
Those were the first words my father spoke to me on the phone call that changed everything. Of course, at that time, no, I didn't know. Nor would I have known unless he had told me in the coming moments of what he had learned.
There was a rage in my father's voice, the likes of which I had never heard of before. It was like when he would scold Kyrin or me when either of us had done something particularly disgraceful, in his eyes, to the family name.
I wasn't aware of how spot-on I was with that prediction then, but I was sure to find out.
"Good evening, Father," I greeted him. "Know what?"
"Don't play coy with me, boy."
Irritation quickly began to grow in me. Mia was missing from her own home with signs of struggle very evident at the scene where she was last found. I had no time to play games with my father or try to understand his twisted way of getting around things.
"I assure you," I knew he realized I didn't by the way I spoke to him
