I honestly couldn't tell you how he was doing it. Castor was so calm while we were escorted to my father's study, but I would have bet anything it was just a poker face. One he probably only had on because I was so obviously a nervous wreck.
It felt like my stomach had literally fallen down into my feet and was weighing them down heavily. Every step grew harder to take than the last as dread built up inside of me and for a brief moment I contemplated running. One more glance at the man who had caught us in the garden quickly made me disregard that idea. I may have been an anxiety-riddled hot mess, but I was not stupid. This man would definitely drag me back screaming and not blink twice at the idea of doing so.
That meant the only option, the only thing I could do was face this situation
