Lucian's POV:
"You're kidding, aren't you?"
"Does this look like the face of a man who is kidding?" I leaned in, flashing my father a smile devoid of mirth. He recoiled as if I had splashed wolfsbane on him. "If this is the reason you came all the way here, you have wasted your time."
He's visibly controlling his anger. Four years ago I would have trembled at the sight of him so full of rage and red in the face. But that was four years ago. And now everything is different.
His eyes flash with cold anger. A little more and steam would be rising off the top of his head and his ears.
A peaceful evening, without having to hear Esther b***h and whine about something. And my father decides to crash it. Showing up unannounced like he f*****g owned the place. This man gets more and more anno
