Syria’s POV
I moved slowly toward him, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
The way he looked at me now was completely different. His usual arrogance? Gone. His face had paled, and the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
“You’re f*****g joking.”
I tilted my head slightly, running my fingers along the side of my neck, my eyes still locked on his.
“No,” I replied.
“I’m not joking.”
I took another step forward, watching him take one back.
“Your father,” I said, eyes narrowing, “has always been deeply in love with my mother.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t let him.
“And me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Look at me. Really look at me. Stare at my f*****g face right now.”
His eyes twitched, but he didn’t say a word.
“You can’t see it?” I hissed.
“Can’t you se
