Zara's POV

"Ah, Zara," my father's voice chimed in my ears, and my gaze turned to where he and Beta John came closer. "Have you finished eating?"

"I have, thanks," I replied as I stood up from the dinner table. Levi got up from his chair beside me, holding my hand in his.

Beta John stopped my father, and he turned to face him.

"I will talk about the specifics right now," my dad answered the silent question.

"And that other problem?" Beta John inquired with a ...