Sapphire’s pov After calming the pack, Dad, Dimitri, and I headed inside, our discomfort palpable. We gathered around the fireplace, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows on our faces. Mary came in and set the fire, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Who did it?" I asked in a hushed tone, my gaze fixed on the flames. My reaction was still raw, my emotions simmering just below the surface. "Pardon me?" Father asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Who started the fire, Father?" I pressed, my voice firm but controlled. "You must have known who it was." Sadly, we don't," Father replied, his expression somber. "Well, are you trying every day to find out?" I asked, my frustration growing. Father sighed, his eyes tired. "Look, Sapphire, it's late. Finding the person won't bring your sister back, so let's just drop the issue.
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