Ophelia's lips trembled as they tried to form the words. “Father, what are you talking about?”
She had heard him, her brain had correctly translated the words, but she did not want to believe it.
“You made me proud today, you know.” Her father moved closer. In her high heels, his head hovered just around her shoulder, but her belly flipped at how near he now was.
How quickly he could reach out, and hurt her.
Just one wrong word, movement, or even ill-timed silence from her, and she could be leaving this place with fresh bruises.
“That scum of the earth dared to touch this lovely hair.” The National leader said and took some of her hair in his hand.
Ophelia felt her legs begin to shake again.
She did not trust him, or what he might suddenly do to her. Even now, despite his calm de
