IVAN’S POV
I felt my whole body going cold, as if I was dipped in the ocean right in the middle of winter. Why do I always forget? Why do I always get so comfortable that I forget this man is waiting around?
I closed the car door and walked slowly to where he was standing, where Reign was standing. Father was looking at her, sizing her up and maybe even thinking of gobbling her up.
Reign.
“Father.” I said, wanting to take his attention off her by all means but Father didn't take the bait. Reign started to squirm from the attention but she didn't step closer to me, she didn't hide behind me for protection.
Father eventually spoke, his icy voice making a shiver tremble down my spine. “So this is it. The journalist.”
“Father–” I didn't want him saying anything to her. He could do wha
