MIA’S POV
"Where were you last night after dinner?" Father's voice was like a knife to the heart.
My heart skipped a beat, but my face was carefully blank.
Not this time, not anymore.
I met his gaze unflinchingly even though my pulse hammered in my ears.
"I told you," I said smoothly.
"I was resting." Silence stretched.
Thick, heavy and deeply uncomfortable.
Father watched me as though he was trying to strip away the layers of me I wanted to keep hidden.
"Resting," he repeated slowly. I nodded.
"I was tired. Everything that had happened..." It wasn't entirely a lie.
Just not the whole story.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Lily shifting in her seat, her fingers tightening once again on the bracelet.
Jason let out a low snort.
“Everyone seemed to have had a peac
