Electra's POV
I stood there, staring at my father, trying to keep my hands from shaking.
Azaryon.
He said Azaryon's name.
I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
All this time, after everything that had happened between me and Azaryon in the other realm, not once did he mention being involved with my mother as more than a friend. Not once, and now my father casually drops his name like it's nothing?
My chest tightened. I didn't want to hear any more. I couldn't. My brain was already spinning, and the more he talked, the harder it was to breathe.
I took a step back. "That's enough," I said.
My father blinked. "What?"
"I said I've heard enough," I repeated, more firmly this time. "I can't do this right now."
He looked confused, like he didn't expect me to stop him. "Don't you want to ask more questions?" he said. "I told you I'd be honest."
I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. "Honest? You think this makes up for everything?"
