Bastian's POV
A knock at the door pulled me from sleep. I frowned, glancing at Lilith curled up beside me, looking peaceful, her face soft and angelic. Whoever was at the door better have a damn good reason for disturbing us.
I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her, and grabbed the robe hanging on the chair. Pulling it around me, I opened the door to find Alfonso standing there, his usual cold expression firmly in place. Yeah, the ever perfect child.
"Sorry for interrupting you so early," he said, his voice as detached as ever." It's obvious, you are busy with your little whore."
" Yes, my w***e is perfect for me just like your wife once wanted to be." I see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes as his jaws tightened.
I leaned against the doorframe, studying him. Alfo
