Aria
There was a moment of stunned silence, then a chuckle that haunted my nightmares.
"Well, well. If it isn't my darling daughter."
My father. Silas.
My knees nearly buckled. "How—" I swallowed hard. "You're supposed to be—"
"Dead? Locked up?" His laugh was dry, humorless. "Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart."
"What are you doing?" I demanded. "What is Max to you?"
"Ah, Maxwell," my father said, his tone disturbingly pleased. "Such a useful young man. So eager to help when I told him about a certain mob boss who needed to be taught a lesson. And about his lovely little captive who needed rescuing."
"You sent him? To—to what? Spy on me?"
"Among other things," my father replied. "The money from Cassian is quite substantial. Did you know that? Of course not. Cassian wouldn't have
