Tobi’s POV
The silence in our chambers clung to me like a second skin, Lila she just looked away—and that hurt.
I tried to offer help, anything to ease the strain. She brushed off my every word with polite distance, like I was a servant handing her tea. It was worse than anger. It was nothingness. Eventually, I left. I didn’t know what else to do.
My boots echoed down the empty hallway as I stalked toward Father’s study. If anyone knew how to unravel a woman’s fury, it would be him. Or so I hoped. The door was already ajar. Inside, he sat with his feet up on a desk he never used, a half-empty tumbler of whiskey in hand.
“Back again?” he said without looking up. “That’s either brave or foolish.”
“Maybe both,” I muttered, crossing to the cabinet and pouring myself a glass.
I dropped in
