AMELIA
At least, Erik had the foresight to be scared by my tone and my accusing finger - because after the bad day I'd had and the argument with Devon, that royal dickhead had several, several good reasons to be scared.
"Amelia ..." my father admonished me, casting me a meaningful look. I threw him back one full of flame.
"It's okay, Luke," Erik told him, nodding quickly, never taking his eyes off me. "Let's go talk in a more private place, shall we?"
I didn't dignify him with an answer - I merely shot another glare at my father and turned away, then walked out of the kitchen. I knew from the bond that kept incessantly and annoyingly moving and tugging inside me that Erik was following me.
Seething, I crossed the living room and the foyer to head for the front door and out ... onl
