Third Person’s POV
“Damn that Aliya!” Vinichi growled as he stepped into his home, startling his wife, Maria, and daughter, Nala.
“Jeez!” Maria rose lazily from the couch. “What’s all the fuss about?”
“Yeah, Dad, what did she do this time?” Nala added.
Vinichi paced the living room for a while before slumping into a seat. His body burned with the memory of what had just happened.
“Where are the damn maids?” he bellowed. “Someone get me a bag of ice.”
“Oh my God!” Maria gasped. “I didn’t even realize how battered your jaw was. Who did that to you?”
The maid hurried back with a bag of ice on a tray, shakily placed it on the table, and scurried away, trying to avoid Vinichi’s wrath.
“Dad, who did this?” Nala prodded, her expression filled with concern as she picked up the bag of ice a
