Ryker’s POV My father was not in a cell. He was in his quarters, and that was the first thing that told me something was wrong.I had expected chains. I had expected a dungeon. I had expected the same cold stone walls where he had kept Daniel Hart, where he had tortured guards for information, where he had broken men with silence and patience and the slow application of pain.Instead, he was sitting in a comfortable chair by the window with a glass of wine in his hand and a book open on his lap. The door was guarded, but it was not locked. The windows were barred, but they were wide and clean and let in the afternoon light. He looked like a man on holiday. He looked like a man who had already won."Sit down, Ryker," he said without looking up. "You're making the room untidy."I didn't sit. I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed and watched him. He turned a page. He sipped his wine. He acted like nothing had happened."You're not in a cell," I said."Should I be?""You murdered t
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