Chapter 8His expression fixed into what seemed to be a perpetual scowl, Andreas glowered at his father. “I don’t feel like coming to a family barbeque. I’m sorry, Dad.” He folded his arms.
“Some family have travelled a long way to be there. I need you to come. At least speak to them. You don’t have to stay. I’m not asking that of you.” Ilias met Andreas’s gaze levelly and Andreas wanted to yell. I hate it when Dad’s so f*****g reasonable. Relaxing his arms, Andreas’s shoulder slumped in defeat. “Okay, all right. I’ll be there. But I can go as soon as I want?”
“Absolutely.” Ilias smiled and Andreas peered closely at him.
“I know that smile. Just who are these relatives?”
“Ones who’ve taken a great deal of effort to get to this barbeque. That I can promise you. As to the rest—” Ilias shr
