Damon
All I wanted was a quiet dinner with Camilla, but my father just had to step in and ruin everything. This curiosity and inquisitivness in Camilla's eyes is his fault. I watched him return to his seat, my hand tightened around my fork, it took a lot of self restraint right now to stop myself from stabbing him.
"He's your Father, you don't have to stab him with the table knife." Camila pointed out, gesturing towards my tightened fist. Remembering her statement about tightened fist, I immediately uncurled it. "I'm guessing you aren't on good terms with your Father?"
Talking about this means talking about my childhood, and talking about my childhood means talking about the syndicate which I'm not ready to talk about. "we don't just get along. Let's leave it at that."
Her forehead wr
