"Get out."
Again, August told him to leave the room.
Arkai's jaw tightened. Of course he didn't move.
"Why?" He asked sharply, edged with the frustration of being dismissed like a child. "As your son, do I truly have no right to be here? No right to know why you've summoned someone who did nothing wrong, twice?"
August's eyes met his. Absolute.
"I get to decide what you deserve to know." He paused. "After you dared to decide what I deserved to know."
"Now, son. Get out."
Arkai's eyes faltered.
He knew.
August had found out about everything. Arkai could feel it. The words were confirmation itself. His father knew about Sienna, about the drugs, about the locked room, about the nightmare he had tried so desperately to hide.
As he thought, Cecilia had told his father about everything.
Did she use the recording, then?
The thought hit Arkai as all the color drained from his face, leaving him pale as bone.
