Lydia’s POV “Father.”“You look awfully pale.”“I’m naturally pale, Father. Say something else.” I said, resisting the very strong urge to roll my eyes. He had changed since the last time I saw him. His once broad, intimidating frame looked diminished, the muscle worn down as if something had been quietly eating at him. The black hair I remembered had given way almost entirely to white, and the proud, predatory presence that used to fill the room was dimmed, haunted, even. “I heard you were poisoned,” he said at last, his tone as flat as a blade lying on the table.It took everything in me not to scoff at the complete lack of concern in his voice. That was my father for you, he never saw me as a daughter, only as one of his soldiers.“Unluckily for you, I didn’t die. How sad you must have been,” I replied, my tone matching his dryness.His eyes narrowed, darkened. He hated the wings I’d grown. Hated that the girl who once swallowed his cruelty now returned it in full. But pain, w
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