[William’s POV]
Later that evening, Austin and I park in front of the packhouse, and even from where we stand, I can see that the lights inside still blaze brightly.
“s**t,” I hiss, realizing what this means. “He's up.”
“Wonder what the occasion is.” Austin chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets and lazily moving forward. “Must be something important.”
“No shit.” I grumble, not in the mood to deal with the man.
‘Austin, William.’ I hear echo in my head before we can even reach the damned building. ‘Come to the lounge immediately.’
Frowning, I look to Austin, whose expression is fixed in one that only our father can make him make, dark and almost dangerous.
“Something's up,” he mumbles, looking toward the car. “Maybe we should…”
“Don't even think about it.”
A yelp escapes Austi
