My eyes are fastened on the door the entire time it’s closed. Even when Rafe tries to pull me away I hastily shove him, not caring who sees.
Anxious as hell, I send shout after shout down the line of my bond with Luca, trying to figure out what’s happening, what he’s feeling, what on earth my father is saying to him right now.
But there’s nothing coming back – our bond is completely sealed off. Banging against it is like pounding on a concrete wall – I’m not sure that Luca even feels the echo.
Still, as desperate as I am to know what the hell is going on? Not a part of me even thinks about interrupting.
Because when my dad is mad?
You do…you do not get in his way.
The door snaps open and dad strides in and my eyes, if possible, go wider. Dad storms into the room and quite frankly i
