Princess Ayla
It surprised me that my father wanted to talk to me. I cracked a joke because that’s what I do in uncomfortable situations. And he actually laughed. My heart swelled with love when he said I got his sense of humor. I should probably hate him, but I can’t. He’s my dad, and I’ll always love him, even if we choose not to be in each other’s lives. He has Thea now, and I want him to be happy.
We walked in silence as we made our way to the library. He opened the door to this grand room. The books were shelved up to the ceiling, which had to be at least fifteen feet high. This room was obviously my favorite room.
A desk in the corner in front of the bay windows looked out onto the beach. A fireplace and sitting area sat on the same side of the desk, with the bay windows extending
