Judas’s POV
"Sit," Father commanded, not even bothering to look at me.
I didn’t. Instead, I leaned harder against the desk, the corner digging into my back. It didn’t bother me. Hell, I welcomed the discomfort—it was better than dealing with this. Knowing damn well it’d piss him off. That’s what my motive was anyway. He just ruined my morning. "If you have something to say, just say it."
He turned then and his dark eyes bore into mine before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his node. "You’ve become careless," he muttered coldly as if I was the biggest headache for him and not his precious daughter. "This is a safe house, not a brothel where you can bring any woman and f**k. She could be a spy for f**k’s sake.”
Any woman?
My lip unconsciously curled into a sneer. "She’s a nobody," I
