Colleen’s Move 

Colleen

I never thought I’d see myself sitting back at my father’s dining table, sipping his expensive wine and throwing my feet on the table like I belonged there. But here I was. Early in the morning, I watched the sunlight slip through the tall windows like a golden temple. They thought inviting me back in meant they were in control again. But if only they knew just how far away from that they were.

William sat at the head of the table, calm as ever, reading through some reports. He didn’t look up when I entered. It was always this silent performance with him whenever we were in the same room together, almost like a show of power. Uriel was already there. She watched me openly with no attempt at being subtle. She always does that thing where she tries to look composed, but every time, I can always see the tension in her jaw. It was amusing, come to think of it, that none of them knew if this was my trap or theirs.

I liked it that way. A moment passed, and I took the seat across fro