Father’s lips tugged into a cruel smirk, his eyes glittering with triumph which I failed to understand. “So, she can take orders well after all,” he purred. “What does that mean?” I demanded, my hand curling into a fist as my Dragon shifted beneath my skin and I moved up the stairs towards him. “Only that I saw the way you looked at her at Christmas,” he replied with a shrug. “And I warned her that the two of you were not a good match. Seems like she agreed with me on that.”
EVIL
