Trinity's POV
My father has been toying with me. Not only toying with me but the lives of others. The thought brings such rage, so much turmoil I feel like crying because I'm a girl, and that is what girls do. They cry. I must be getting my period soon because I'm a hot emotional mess.
How dare he? How dare my father come all the way to America to find me, to make those around me suffer. Could he just not let me go? Then again, he is a man you do not want to mess with. He was just a man though, why would he be here throwing silver gas around like a rave party? Did he know about shifters, too, and how would he know?
He was a Don, but at some point, you would think his powers were limited even for a killer with unlimited resources. Oh crap, maybe the Volturi were real, and my dad knows o
