"Your father?" I shouted, which caused another stab of pain. I cringed and shifted ever so slightly, just enough to ease the throbbing. "Did you know about this?" I asked Trent.
He averted his gaze and dragged his hand through his hair. "Yes," he finally said.
My jaw dropped. "How could you not tell me?" I whispered, horrified. I knew Isach was a Zoya, but I never once realized he was Rector's son. That changed everything!
"This is why you never trust a witch," Colt said, shaking his head with disgust.
"Shut up, Colt," I snapped, then turned my attention back to Trent and Isach. "Well? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Does it matter?" Trent asked. "It doesn't change anything."
"He's right," Isach said, standing near the window, arms crossed. "I still want out of my coven, and I have no intention of going back on any of the promises I've made. To any of you." He pinned Abby with a desperate stare, and she gave him a small smile in return.