Avara POV
My father seats us at the family table. He cleared out his morning just to have this discussion with us. He presides over the head of the table. Luciano and I sit across from each other and Silas sits next to me, staring at me like a parent preparing to catch their baby if they should fall. And that is how they have always treated me, as a child, more so when our mother died. To them, I'm just this fragile thing that can't handle anything.
"There's a saying that goes; sometimes bad people do good things and good people do bad things. When I started my political career, everything was black and white. The distinction between bad and good was clear. But as time went on, I learned this city runs on a handshake and a wink. I thought I could do things differently, nobly even, but time taught me something else."
He looks at me. I tear my gaze away.
