I swallowed down the echoing scream that desperately wanted to escape my lips at the realization. Instead, that sound rang in my head. Bouncing around as I plastered on the fakest mask I could muster.
He didn’t prepare me for this.
I thought every moment leading up to this that all of his ‘rules’ about not reacting were simply because I would see the horrible s**t that lay behind these walls firsthand.
Not that Draven would be his f*****g father.
The pig stands staring at me like I’m some piece of meat he wants to chew up and spit out. His dark, beady eyes roam over my barely clothed body before peeling himself from Ghost’s shoulders and slapping him on the back, “Glad to see you finally have a b***h of your own.”
Don’t. f*****g. React.
Ghost turns away from my prying eyes. Proba
