Chapter 85

Amaya paused on the threshold of her father’s room, focusing on the man who had made her life a living hell, propped up in bed.

He didn’t deserve this; no one deserved to suffer like this, mind and body wasting away, sapped of dignity, no matter what their sins.

She’d rushed here out of what? Obligation? Caring? It certainly wasn’t love. He’d wiped away any semblance of that emotion the first time he’d raised his hand to her. She also paid him. So what was she doing here anyway?”

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room.

Whatever sense of familial duty had made her come, she didn’t want to stay. If he hadn’t wanted to broach the gap between them a few weeks earlier, there was no way things would’ve changed now. If anything, being incapacitated would sour his mood further, and she had no intention of bearing the brunt of his temper. Never again.

“Father?”

She tiptoed to the bed, reaching a hand out to touch his arm before letting it fall to her side when he turned his head sligh