“I was still talking to you,” the king snarled.
I snapped my attention back to him, my body tense. Just thinking about Kylan dealing with this man his whole life made me almost feel sorry for him. Almost...
His coldness, his rudeness—it all made sense now. The apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” I managed to get out, earning a small smile.
The king eyed Dad. “This is your…”
“Daughter,” he answered quickly.
“Daughter,” the king repeated, turning back to me. “What’s your name, child?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Dad interrupted again. “I heard the prince and my children are all on the Elite Team. That’s great, isn’t it?”
Relief washed over me as I realized Dad had started a conversation with the man he despised, all to shift his attention away
