Chapter 49
Jaya glared at the man who had spent twelve years protecting her and providing for her. Even once she'd moved away from him and his disciples, learned to fly on her own, she'd still come back to him for advice, for a home. She wiggled her fingers. It was hard to feel at home when she was zip-tied in the place where she had once shared meals and companionship with the man sitting across from her.
Over the past weeks, distance and perspective from this man had brought the realization that she was pretty sure Father was willing to sacrifice her for his vendetta. Now, with her butt and fingers numb from being tied to a chair and her cheek bruised from his rooftop abuse, she was feeling even more certain. She wondered why he hadn't finished his assault on the rooftop. Why, if he was willing to sacrifice his only adopted daughter to the cause, hadn't he just killed both her and Ivan when he had the chance?