Chapter 69

His voice was suddenly cold, and it made Anton shiver. His face was cold, too, blank and sullen, and it looked like—well, no, it didn’t quite look like when he sounded off at Will Thorne, or got arsey with a teacher, because he tended to be angry then. This was…this wasn’t angry, this was furious, in that horrible frozen way that was more upsetting than scary, and Anton hated that expression on Jude’s usually amiable face.

“And I’m not thick, and your son’s not some kind of cross-dressing liar,” Jude continued in that same cold voice.

“That is my daughter, not my son!” Dad blustered. “You’ve been carrying on with a girl, whatever you might think, and—”

“I know. I already ‘found out’, thanks. He told me.”

“Do you understand me?” Dad insisted, like Jude hadn’t spoken. “Natasha is a girl! She can dress in all the boys’ clothes she wants, but she is still female and you are still dating a girl!”