“You called for me, father?”
Diego Castillo raised his head from his desk and his cold, empty eyes landed on Jaxon. Jaxon flinched, recoiling from his father. He hadn't meant to do that. Just… his father scared him. Even more than his mother did—and that was saying something.
At least with his mother, he could know what she was feeling and thinking. But with this father? He never did.
His father shook his head, disappointment clouding his features.
He leaned back on his chair and removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes. Jaxon remained standing. He knew better than to sit when his father didn't ask him to.
“Jaxon.”
“Yes, father?”
“Are you ready, boy?”
“For what, father?”
“To rule.”
Jaxon swallowed and nodded. “Y-yes, father.”
His father watched him with cold eyes before he stoo
