Chapter 37.2

My lips tightened, and I tried not to flare my nostrils. Any time people compared me to Dad, it was always to point out that I wasn’t as feminine or as graceful as Mum.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” I asked, keeping my voice measured.

“After all that time in isolation, you knew exactly what to do,” he said.

Some of the tension around my muscles eased. “Dad taught me from a young age how to prepare for anything. When he died, Gerrison did his best.”

“Lydia’s father?”

I nodded. “Did you get to spend much time with Dad when you were in Hell?”

“Once he stopped kicking the shit out of me, we managed to have a few conversations,” Griff said. “If my father had been anything like yours, he would never have lost his pack.”

I raised a shoulder, not knowing whether this was Griff’s attempt at starting a conversation or making amends. This was one of the first civil things he’d said to me since discovering my true identity, and I wasn’t about to push my luck and bask in his grudging admira