Faust
I waited at the foot of the stairs while my son came down the steps.
"My office. Now."
Giulio eyed me with a carefully guarded expression, but said nothing as he crossed the marble floor and headed toward the other side of the castle. Gritting my jaw, I followed him, trying to control my anger instead of yelling at him.
Once in my office, he went straight for the liquor bottles. Marco was still there, sitting in one of the armchairs from our previous meeting. No doubt he wanted to make sure I wouldn't kill Giulio for interfering tonight. I slammed the door behind me, anger burning every inch of my skin. "Sit down, damn it, Giulio."
He did, but not until he held nearly a full glass of bourbon in his right hand. "Did you want to see me, Daddy?"
I poured my own drink
