Amanda’s pov.
Damon goes to answer the knock on my door while I attempt to finish up the painting I’d started yesterday. A part of me was bitter at the fact that I never got to finish my training with Madeline, but even though Asher had assured me that the older lycan wouldn’t mind teaching me still, I just couldn’t bring myself to go back, knowing what my father had done.
My father…
My father…
Only he isn’t my father is he? My father is some unnamed noble man living in a random pack somewhere. He doesn’t even know I exist.
“Miss,” a maid’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
I turn to the woman with lifted brows.
She bows a little and I wince at that. The maids had somehow gone from hating me and throwing shade my way to fearing me so seriously that the tipping their heads down when
