CYRAN KAELROS POV

"You shouldn't have called the cops on Zevran Ilvane. That was a foolish thing to do, and you know it," Father snapped, his brows furrowed.

My hands clenched into fists, a muscle jerking in my temple as hate curled like smoke in my chest. "So I was supposed to stand there and let him disrespect her? Right in front of me? Is that what the Lysanth stands for? To take disrespect?" I asked, then arched a brow, my gaze probing into those of the man in front of me. "Are you afraid ...