Irene's POV
The carriage ride back from Father's house left a bitter taste in my mouth that no amount of swallowing could wash away. I was going to mak him pay.
I made my way into the house with my skirts swished with more force than necessary, and I noticed the servants scatter at my approach. They'd learned to read my moods by now.
Good.
I pushed open the door to my room only to find Yin. He stood by the window with his hands clasped behind his back, looking out at the gardens below.
He turned when I entered, those unreadable eyes settling on me with an intensity that would have made me nervous weeks ago. Would have made my heart race for entirely different reasons than it did now.
Now? Now I felt nothing but cold determination.
