Rhea POV
The moment I stepped out of my room, my father's growl slashed through the silence, and through the anxiety that was building inside my stomach now.
"Move to the living room. Now!" His voice wasn't loud, but the authority that it possessed carried that threatening tone of finality, that one that made arguing a foreign concept. I didn't argue with him.
I just moved towards the living room, my heart already thudding inside my chest as I wondered what he had in store for me.
Every step I took was painful because of my injuries. But I kept my face straight and my back stiff because I already knew that judgment was waiting for me there.
What bothered me was the fact that I didn't know just what type of judgment they had in store for me.
When I walked into the living room, the sce
