I couldn't stop staring at the last sentence, Soren knows who killed me, my father's words blurred, I read them again an again, they didn't change. Soren stood across the room, watching my face, “what else does it say?” I folded the letter before he could see how badly my hands were shaking, “nothing,” his eyes narrowed, “Nyla,” I stepped back.For the first time since I'd met him, I wanted distance between us and Soren noticed, “you think I killed your father.” It wasn't a question but I hated how easily he could read me. “I think my dead father warned me not to trust you.”“And you believe him,” he saidI waited before answering again, "because he was my father,” Soren looked away, that hurt more than an argument would have, “did you know about the letter, and do you know he'd written something for me?”“No," he replied. I stared at him, “then why would he write that?” Soren didn't answer, I waited but he said nothing, my anger rose again, “that's what I thought.” I turned toward
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