Hated?

The room was utterly silent. As soon as Magnus had given the second reason, he hadn't said anything else, finally giving Atticus the time he needed to grapple with the enormity of the situation.

Atticus's feelings were hard to put into words. Did he feel betrayed? Yes. Did he feel like that particular incident needed some kind of retribution? Yes.

But now that he had found out the whole reason for the incident, Atticus was at a major crossroads.

It was going against his whole nature; from the beginning, he had always repaid back anything that was done to him manifold.

But Magnus was his grandfather; was he supposed to take revenge on him? There was no way Atticus could do that.

Magnus met Atticus's intense stare, his expression still as unreadable as it had been since Atticus had seen him.

"Why didn't I just tell you beforehand?"