My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 112

Lyra

"You are a monster," I said.

"I am a King," my father stated. He leaned back in his chair. "And look where she is now. She is sitting at the right hand of the Butcher. She wears the colors of the most feared pack on the continent. I did not ruin her, Lyra. I forced her into greatness."

He actually believed it. He justified the systemic, chemical abuse of his own daughter as a masterstroke of strategy.

"She will find out," I threatened him. My voice shook with a toxic mix of adrenaline and raw hatred. "I will tell her. I will send a courier to Ironmaw. I will write down exactly what you did—"

My father let out a soft, dry sigh. He looked past me. He fixed his eyes directly on Nadia again.

"No, you won't," my father said.

Nadia flinched. She grabbed the back of my shirt, trying to hide.

"You are a very emotional girl, Lyra," my father said, his tone turning cold and entirely practical. "You let your passions dictate your logic. You break into my study. You drink my private reserve. You soil my desk with a scribe's daughter. But you are not entirely stupid."

He pointed a single, heavy finger at Nadia.

"Nadia," my father said.

Nadia let out a tiny gasp.

"Your father walks to the lower archives every morning at six to begin his cataloging, correct?" my father asked.

Nadia nodded her head in a quick, frantic motion.

"It is a long walk from your quarters," my father noted casually. "Lots of blind corners. If a raven leaves this tower for the North... he won't make it to work. And your mother won't make it to the market."

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