*Seth*
There’s a timid knock at the door. I can smell my dad, but he doesn’t enter. He knows I’m furious.
“Enter,” I call.
The door slowly cracks and he comes in, closing the door behind him. He takes a few steps in but doesn’t come to my desk. Instead, he stands in the back of the office close to the door, no doubt for a quick exit if I lose my temper.
“How could you help her leave?” I grind out.
“Because the kids need to be somewhere safer,” he tells me simply. “Someone got into your bedroom, Seth. They were bold enough to go into the bedroom of the King and Queen in the palace.”
I know he’s right, but I’m so angry that having someone directly place the blame on me is just overwhelming. “Molly could have handled them.”
“That’s enough, Seth,” he says, and I stare at him, una
