I caught his eye, warning him not to pity me with a single firm look. But no such thing entered his gaze, instead, a fiery hatred for my father’s butler entered his eyes. He wanted vengeance for all Jenkins had done, I could see it plain and clear, and for a fleeting moment I imagined what it might have been like to know Hail Vega as Roxanya’s father. He had not been given nearly long enough with his children, and it felt strange to be on the receiving end of his protectiveness when he’d had few opportunities to bestow it on those he truly cared for.
