Book 1 Chapter 23
Bram stood frozen in the middle of the entry hall, Aribella’s phone pressed to his ear like it was a cursed artifact. Torin leaned against a pillar, grinning like a man watching his favorite drama unfold. Moira clutched her apron, whispering prayers for Bram’s soul. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER?” Aribella’s father thundered through the speaker. Bram cleared his throat, straightened his spine, and attempted dignity. “Sir, I assure you...” “ASSURE ME? ASSURE ME? I HAVE BEEN CALLING FOR HOURS!” Bram winced. “Aye, well… she was...” “LOST? HURT? KIDNAPPED? DEAD IN A DITCH?” Aribella groaned and covered her face. “Dad, please...” “Aribella, I am speaking to the man responsible for your safety!” Bram swallowed hard. “Sir, with respect, I...” “ARE YOU THE ONE IN CHARGE OR NOT?” Tori
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