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Ren's POV The only sound in the living room right now was the sound of the ceiling fan whirring above me and the sound of the old grandfather clock in the corner tick tocking to eternity. Neither Angelo nor I had said anything to each other since the girls went upstairs and I doubted that I was going to say anything to him till tomorrow, not that I would not want to, but his gaze warned me to keep away which I absolutely had no problem with. He was agitated. Checking around the house, probably for booby traps and casting me suspicious glares. I wish he'd just chill, to be honest. He was acting like I was a brainless animal that would pounce on him and tear him to pieces any moment now. He finally gave up his fruitless, frantic search and sat down on the couch across from me. He whi