Vivian’s POV
31,768 pieces of rice. That’s how many pieces of rice that jackass had me count. I was fuming by the end of the day and I just wanted a hot bath.
I had thought all day about what he said to me about my parents and I decided it could wait until I was off for the weekend, assuming I got days off. As much as I wanted answers now, I needed to gather together all possible questions I may have to get the right answers. My father wouldn’t want to be entirely forthcoming about anything. We weren’t the type to bond.
A hand on my shoulder had me snapping, my fangs slightly extending, and spinning around.
Chris stepped back. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“I’m sorry. No. I was too much in my own head.”
“What happened?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just another rough day with Zeke.”
