Chapter 107

Dinner ended without a word, the only sounds being the faint scrape of spoons against plates and the soft clinking of glasses. I pushed my chair back with a sigh, eager to escape to my room and erase the memory of this day from my mind.

Just as I stood, my father’s voice sliced through the quiet, smooth yet laced with a sharp edge.

“After your shower, come see me in my study.”

I froze, my shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. “I’m worn out,” I muttered.

He raised a brow, a glass of whiskey dangling casually from his fingers. “Worn out?” His tone was a warning.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Fine.”

Refusing his command was never an option.