Nathan
My father immediately moved to stand between us, bowing down politely to acknowledge his presence, something I didn't bother with. What is the worst thing that can happen to me that hasn't happened before?
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as both of us stared at each other. I could feel Ragnar stirring in annoyance within me, he hated Ramsey and I hated him more.
"Lyla is not here," I said breaking the silence and began stacking the files in front of me, still holding his gaze.
"I didn't come to see, her," he said calmly. "Can you spare me a few minutes?"
"Then did you come to arrest me again? Maybe kill me this time around?" I taunted with a cold stare. "Which is it, Lycan Leader?"
His face remained impassive. He drew one of the chairs and settled on it, crossing his legs as he looked up, giving me a pointed stare.
"We need to talk."
