"Then tell me. What are you going to do about it?"
I swallowed hard, forcing down the resentment that burned in my throat. The anger. The sense of injustice.
"I will return to my training immediately," I said carefully. "I will fulfill my duties without fail. And Natasha... she will move to appropriate quarters. Not in the main residence."
Father studied me for a long moment.
"See that you do." He turned away dismissively. "You may go."
I stood on shaking legs and walked to the door. Each step felt like wading through mud.
Just before I reached the threshold, Father spoke again.
"Caleb."
I stopped.
"This is your last warning. The next time you disappoint me, there will be consequences you cannot recover from."
I didn't turn around. Couldn't let him see the tears of humiliation bu
