C82 Mark's POV

My father’s eyes moved from me to Brielle and from Brielle back to me. His gaze condescending as his eyes stayed on me longer than It should have. I looked anywhere but at him. My face, impassive and my hands dipped into the warmth of my pockets.

Brielle on the other hand sat on the chair opposite my father. Her leg crossed over the other and her eyes staring up at me