Emily pov.
I slowly turned around and saw Drake standing there, staring at me with a look of concern. I let go of his shirt and took a step towards him.
"Where is Dean? Where is my son?" I demanded.
I could feel my anger rising, a sense of unease creeping over me. I couldn't believe he was asking me to stop.
"Emily, what are you talking about? Dean isn't here," Drake replied calmly.
I was shocked by his words. Was he saying that Dean wasn't in the living room, the bedroom, or even in the castle? It felt like a slap in the face, as if Dean had never even set foot in this place.
I was furious. I grabbed Drake by the collar and looked him straight in the eye. "I didn't come here to cause trouble or to have a casual chat. You better bring my son out now, or you'll regret ever crossing pa
