Axel’s pov
Our fathers eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might explode with the same fury we were feeling. But then he calmed himself and remained quiet.
"That's a really serious allegation," he said. "You got any proof?"
"No," I said. "Not yet. But we're going to know who it was."
My father sighed, and folded his hands on the desk. “I would be angry too,” he said. “But you have to calm down first. You can’t think clearly when you’re that angry.”
“Calm? They tortured her!” Alaric’s voice rose.
“I never said to do nothing,” my dad began, calm and measured. “I said think. If you go punishing someone without first knowing the truth of what happened, you might end up making things worse.”
Lysander shook his head. “How could it get any worse than this?”
My dad looked at him.
