He Knows

Sebastian

“What are you doing--exactly, son?” My father is looking at me like I am an insect, his eyes narrowed, his hands folded atop his desk, as he leans in and scrutinizes me. I have been in this position many times before, but it’s been a while. I can remember this look from when I was a child, and I’d done something wrong. No matter how big or how small my indiscretion, my father would always find out, and he would always look at me the same way he is now--like I have disappointed him.

In this case, I’m not exactly sure I know what he’s getting at, though, unfortunately, I think I have a guess. He had called me into his office for a meeting about the rogues, one where we discussed how the situation was in the city but I found out nothing of importance to Aria, and then he asked me to