Christian POV
Christian casually stepped through the portal his mother had created for him. It carried him inside his father’s office at the council headquarters.
The council was heavily protected, and his mother was the only witch with the authority to do so.
His eyes fell on his father, who sat behind his desk, working on his computer. He walked closer, fixing his cufflinks as he went.
“Father,” Christian began carefully. Though he was fuming, he had a deep respect for his father. A deep respect that sprouted from fear.
“Christian, who gave you permission to appear in my office?” Cillian said, without sparing Christian a glance.
“I-I…” The normally confident and cocky Christian spluttered under his father’s scrutiny.
“You will go outside, knock, and wait until I see fit to let
