Eric's POV
Chapter 8
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"What is it, Father?" I tried to look nonchalant as I stood nervously before him. "Why did you call for me?"
"Where have you been?" His face was livid. "Everything's gone wrong, and where have you been? Tell me that." Under the anger in his eyes, I saw an even more terrifying emotion.
Suspicion.
"I was..." My mind raced. "I was at the ball making sure nothing went wrong." See? It wasn't even a lie.
"Oh?" His voice became suddenly smooth and oily. This tone was worse than anger. This meant he thought he could trap me in a lie. "Is that so?"
I nodded, swallowing.
"Then answer me this." He stood and approached me slowly. "Where is your cloak?"
I glanced down at myself, panic coursing through me as I remembered I'd given it to Ana when she'd been cold. "I..."
He cut me off with a sharp gesture, reaching down to pluck something from my clothing. "And what. Is. This." His voice was tight and furious; he spoke between gritted teeth.
I swallowed, my throat dry as I realized what he was holding up.
A single long, dark hair.
Ana, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
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