Chapter 50
Alora's POV
I gulped, Luciano's glare burning holes into my face. I was trying hard to stare anywhere else but him, but he wasn't making it easy for me. My eyes darted towards the open window, into the backyard of the mansion where the garden was, and I tried to focus on the leaves blowing softly with the wind. But I could feel his eyes, feel his gaze moving over me, compelling me to look.
Don't look, Alora. Don't fall for it. I tried to tell myself, although knowing it was wishful thinking.
Between my dad and Luciano, I always tried to avoid the latter as much as I could whenever he got angry. I would always run to Dad and pretend to play or hang out with him just so I could avoid Luciano. No, he would never hurt me, but he could get really angry. His wrath was not somethin
