Natasha’s POV “What exactly is your problem, Natasha?” my father asked, anger creeping into his voice. I let out a short hollow laugh, shaking my head. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”“Okay,” I continued. “Where should I begin? Should I talk about the fact that you’ve been lying to me the whole time? Or the fact that you put our lives in danger—a target on our backs?”He let out a short sigh. “You’ll have to be a tad more specific,” he said as he rubbed his temple. “It’s how you’re feigning ignorance,” I said. “What else could you possibly lie about?”“For a moment,” I continued slowly. “You had me thinking Tristan approached you with a deal you couldn’t resist. Turns out you were the one who approached him. What were your words again?”“Someone offered a solution.”“Men like Tristan just don’t do things for no reason.”I paused for a moment as a tightness formed in my chest.“The worst part was, you tried to blame it on me,” I said, voice breaking. “You said I was a
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