James held up a hand. “Father, I understand why you are angry, but—” “James.” Will snapped the word like a whip. There was more than anger in his eyes, though—there was a deep hurt that made Cordelia want to cringe. She could only imagine the pain James was feeling. “I can’t express how disappointed Tessa and I are in you. We have taught you better than this, both in how you treat women, and in how you own up to your mistakes.” “Oh, Layla,” Sona said. Her gaze was bleak. “Che kar kardi?” What have you done?
