Natalie couldn’t look at Damian’s face because she could tell by the intensity of his gaze that he wasn’t going to be happy with what she would say. A cool breeze circulated inside the house through the open door and windows, but Natalie was in sticky sweat because of nervousness.
She didn’t know how to begin. One wrong word and she knew her father would be utterly disheartened and disappointed.
“I—” She burst into tears. “I asked Ronnie to kidnap one of Ronoele’s oppressors.”
“You what?! I thought you were different from them?” Damian was obviously controlling the surge of anger bursting inside him. His chest heaved spontaneously, as fast as his heart ran a race.
“Yes, I am. Of course.” She walked closer to him in tears, but he wheeled his chair backward. “I’m sorry. But I did it to
