Rhys POV
“Did you bribe them?”
I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching Zorya, my mother, pace the room, her face flushed red, and skin pulled taut.
Father’s jaw tightened, and he dragged a hand down his face before looking up at her. “I would never do that,” he said, his voice low, but strained. “You know me, Zorya. I don’t play games like that.”
She stopped pacing so abruptly, I wonder how she wasn’t dizzy. “Then explain it,” she snapped. “Explain why the board suddenly changed their minds. They would never vote for him. So what changed?”
My fingers tapped rhythmically on the chair arm.
I’m right here, you know?
Father let out a long breath, “I don’t know,” he said quietly, clearly exhausted, so I decided to bring him out of his misery.
“Isn’t it too late to question th
