Will she stop smiling for Christ's sake?

How dare she try to play the innocent airhead with me? Her father was upstairs actively brainwashing Sullivan, feeding him poison about his own allies turning on him, while Lina sat here thinking she could spin her little web around me. Have they both fucking forgotten who I am? I am Taylor’s only daughter—his blood, his prodigy—even if that bastard has spawned sons all across the continent.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said, my voice dropping into a cold, flat register. "I just want you to stop talking. I need silence."

I fought the urge to glare, but my lashes swept...