"You got this book from dad!?!" furious, you asked. "Are you insane!? Dad goes completely ballistic if anyone touches anything from his collection!"
"Dad said it would be mine when the time was right!" wailing, Mat said. "I just wanted to look at it!"
"And yet, you left it in the sitting room!" planting both hands onto your hips, you scolded. "Dad is going to go through the roof when he finds out!" you sighed then asked, "Exactly where did you get it from?"
Mat winced, replying, "Dad's study chambers, it was lying on his desk."
You sighed, shaking your head. "I'll put it back for you but I expect a huge thank you later on, got it!?"
Mat quickly nodded and you walked out of the room, towards dad's study. You knew everyone was allowed in there so long the door was open and no one touched anything. It was dad's personal space, he made it very clear that everything within belonged to him alone unless otherwise said. You sighed, seeing the door open and walked in but froze as you saw dad sitting in his chair, looking at you. He eyed the book in your hand then turned to look you in the eye. "How did you come to acquire that book, young lady?" softly, evenly, he asked.
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