Kendra’s POV
He was already standing at his desk when I walked in, his frame tall and immovable, his face carved in stone, not giving away a single emotion. The moment our eyes met, I felt the weight of it, a sort of silent interrogation that made the air feel thick and hard to breathe. I stepped further into the study, my voice small and unsure as I said, “Um, do you want me?”
He didn’t blink. His eyes were like glass. “Your father is here. He wants a word with you.”
My breath caught. I blinked once, then again, as if my ears had lied to me. I just stood there, staring at him, my hands nervously locking together in front of me, my mind scrambling to find something to say. But nothing came.
He raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “Well? Do you want to see him?”
“I— I’m not sure,” I sai
