“Well, trust me,” I mutter, “that’s not why he married me. It’s all part of his evil mastermind plan to thwart my brother’s attempt at catching him for his crimes. Not to get too dramatic or whatever.”
I notice an edge of surprise work its way up one half of his face.
“So I’m stuck here until your son gets what he wants,” I continue. “Which I’m sure happens all the damn time. Was it like that for you, too? When you were in charge?”
He jerks his head forward again.
I nod. “Thought so. Must be nice.”
“Hey!” I say. “I understood that.”
One arm rises slightly and drops. “Used… to… me.”
I grin. “Well, I’m a fast learner.”
It looks for a moment like he’s smiling. The simple gesture tugs on my heart strings. I wonder if this is what my father would have been relegated to if he had survive
