ALPHONCE'S POV
My fingers raked through my hair, frustration bubbling under the surface as I paced back and forth the length of my sizable but modern living room.
"Mr. Daddy's look-alike, why aren't we going home? Miss Gift said you would take us home." Katherine's voice, small but insistent, broke through the haze in my mind. Her wide, innocent eyes blinked up at me, and I felt a surge of irritation. But I couldn't snap at her—she was just a child, a kid who didn't deserve to bear the brunt of my anger. No matter how twisted my thoughts were, I wasn’t that kind of man.
Crouching to her level, I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. "Mr. Daddy's look-alike will take you home soon, don’t worry." The words tasted bitter, but the way her face lit up told me it was worth the eff
