C34 Thirty Four

“My father…” I try to wrestle my anger back when I feel it surging at the thought of him. “He rarely ever talked about her, at least not to me. What little I know about her I know from his beta, Moses.”

When I glance at Adela sitting on the lounger beside me, her expression is unchanged, but there’s a faint line between her brows.

Seeing it has me leaning close and resting my head against hers