“If you’re so eager to grant favors, I need one from you.” He laughs. “Do I even want to know?” “Can you find out where Hal Richmond was born?” “Who?” “Briar’s assistant dean. He has a British accent, and I’m convinced it’s fake.” There’s a beat. “Princess.” Dad sighs. “Are you torturing this poor man?” “I’m not torturing anyone,” I protest.
