“Open up! I know you’re in there!”
“You little brat, still hiding from me? Open the door—I have something to discuss with you!”
“I can see the lights on from out here. Don’t make me say it again!”
The voice outside was Franklin Blackwood’s, carrying a hint of menace. “If you don’t open this door, I’m kicking it down!”
Suppressing a surge of disgust, Elena nudged the man beside her. “I need to deal with something. Stay here and don’t come out.”
No sooner had she spoken than a loud bang came from outside.
The front door had been kicked open.
Heavy footsteps drew closer and stopped right outside the bedroom door. “Hiding from me, are you? Just who do you think you are?”
A flare of anger rose in Elena, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t risk her father seeing Nathaniel,
