ZUKO POINT OF VIEW

“Son!” my father’s voice thundered through the office the second the door slammed open.

I didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, his tone alone carried enough authority to shake the entire building. I dragged a hand over my face, letting out a quiet sigh before looking up at him.

“Father,” I muttered, trying to sound calm. “You could’ve knocked.”

“I wouldn’t waste my time knocking when you’ve lost your damn sense!” he barked, slamming a ...