Rhode was not afraid of her father. Even with all the bad things she knew he could do, she didn't fear him. That was something he could never accomplish. She still remembered when she was small when he still smiled, when he looked happy. Those days were long gone. Maybe it was the memory of what was that kept her from being afraid. Her brow furrowed at his response. "She does," she said firmly. She didn't care if he believed her. Rhode knew all the crap her parents had gone through together. She understood better than most people. She rolled her eyes, not believing him, but not fighting him on it, "I thought you liked that about me."