“Mayari, have you seen your Dad?” Mom’s voice was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head. My heart did a violent somersault in my chest, and I felt the blood drain from my face. The panic was instantaneous. I moved with a speed I didn't know I possessed, diving under the sheets and pulling my silk robe around me in one frantic motion.
The door handle turned. Mom didn't wait for an answer, she had probably caught the scent of them in the hallway. When she stepped inside the room, she found a scene of perfect, boring domesticity. I was propped up against my pillows, looking like I’d just woken up. Theon was lounging casually on the windowsill, looking out at the gardens as if he’d been there for hours, and Dad was sitting at the foot of the bed, his suit jacket discarded and h
