“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde
Sienna POV
I couldn’t process her words. My entire life had come to a grinding halt. This couldn’t be true. She had it wrong. She had been fed lies. She had to have been. Arius was the commander of the hybrids. He ordered the kidnapping of my parents. He oversaw their pain and torture. He planned to turn them into hideous beasts for his own gain. Him. Arius Anderson Romano. The Hybrid King. It was what I had known and been told since the age of five. Tommy told me first. He had seen him at the hospital the night he escaped. The power he had radiated and his profile matched how the hybrid soldiers described their commander. A dark soul, powerful, equal blood of two species, insane magical aura. My mother’s notebook. She had seen
