“What Iwish,” I hissed, “is to live my own life by my own choices. It’s time you start trusting me to decide what’s best for myself.”
His knuckles blanched with the strain of his clenched fists. “How long have you been working at the palace?”
“A few weeks.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I gritted my teeth. “Well you’re reacting to it so calmly now, it’s a wonder why I ever thought you might be ups—”
“You took your mother’s role as palace healer?”
“Yes.”
“Why? I thought Maura was handling it.”
“At the time, I thought Teller would lose his place at the Descended school if a Bellator didn’t fulfill the bargain.”
“What bargain?”
“The bargain Mother made to serve the palace in exchange for Teller’s admission to the academy.”
A mix of emotions flickered across my father’s face, but the clearest one was surprise. I sat up straighter, frowning at him. Did he really not know about Mother’s agreement?
“You said ‘at the time’—what does that mean? What changed?”
“Luther forgave the bargain this morning. Teller can finish his schooling even if I don’t work at the palace.”
“Why would he do that?”
A loaded question.
I looked down at the old oak table and ran my fingertip along its grooves. “I don’t know.”
“The royals never do anything that isn’t in their own interests. What did the Prince have to gain?”
“You saw the letter. He thinks he owes me a debt.”
“They don’t care about debts to mortals. They believe they’re entitled to our service as a matter of right. Why would you be any different?”
“You’re the expert on Luther,” I grumbled under my breath, “why don’t you tell me?”
Again his fists pounded against the tabletop, startling me and snapping my gaze back to his.
“Who is Lilian?”
“Luther’s sister, the Princess.”
“What happened with her?”
“There was an incident at the palace. Some children were injured, and Maura and I were called to help. I treated Lily—”
He stiffened.
I knew instantly I’d made a very, very big mistake.
“How old is this Lily?” he asked softly.
I winced. “Sixteen.”