Cain
The summons came like a slap to the face. One word from my father, and I was expected to drop everything and obey, just like that. No context. No warning. And knowing him, that silence is something serious.
I followed the marble hallway... my heart beats with something, something else I couldn’t name.
Maybe guilt.
Maybe her name.
I pushed open the heavy door to his study. He sat behind the desk, looming like some self-declared god of judgment.
I dropped into the leather seat across from him, grabbed the nearest pen, and spun it between my fingers like I had control over anything in this life.
“I was called,” I muttered, voice low, more venom than respect.
He didn’t even look up at first. Just kept reading some damn scroll, like I was a burden instead of his heir.
Then: “You
