Liora’s POV
My father’s apartment was lavishly appointed and warm with the heat of a fire burning in the fireplace, but when I stepped into his drawing room to find him standing there with his back turned to me and his hands clasped behind him, a chill ran over me.
He never had his Beta call for me like this unless he was too angry to do it himself. And my father was rarely angry with me, which made moments like this even worse.
The thing about my father, too, was that his anger was always… quiet. Subdued. He never yelled, at least not at me. Somehow, that made it even more unbearable.
I often wished we could just have screaming matches whenever we were angry at each other, that he would shout and send me to my room like a normal parent. But as royalty, that was impossible
