* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
My father’s breathing remains short. His eyes are fixed on mine, and his body is rooted to the spot, but inside his brain, he is frantic. Passion made him weak. He had made a wrong move.
“So it’s true, then?” I whispered, at first with disbelief. “Something more did happen ….” As I spoke, I realised how obvious it was. “And you knew about it. You’ve always known,” I finished with a growl which startled him, and he looked at me curiously.
I stand immediately and head for the door before I lose control, but a firm grip restrains my wrist. I looked down to see my father’s pale hand grasping it.
“Son,” he growls.
I snatch my arms away and move around the old leather chair, putting it between us.
“Let me explain, you’re confused, and your emotions are clouding
