Chapter 66–Ashton’s POV
I slammed the car door shut behind me, my chest tight with tension. From the moment I stepped into the driveway, I could feel something was wrong.
I rushed inside the house, my footsteps echoing through the place and immediately caught sight of my father. He was standing in the living room, his eyes burning with determination. There was a storm behind that calm exterior, a kind of control that made me uneasy.
“What the hell is happening?” I demanded. “Why is everyone yelling?”
He turned slowly toward me, his expression unreadable. “Ashton,” he said. “you’ve arrived just in time. Moana is going back to Paris.”
My chest stopped. The words didn’t land at first, they hovered in the air, unbelievable. “Back to Paris?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Are you serious? I
