GALLAHAN’S POV
“Gallahan!”
My name rang loud and shrill from Maliya’s and Zuleika’s lips.
“It is quite alright, Miss Banfey, Miss Macarius,” Alfiero assured. “I already expected to be met with petulant tantrums even before I agreed to meet for a talk.”
The genial way he addressed both women was instantly wiped away the moment he redirected his attention to me.
He seemed unruffled by the fact that I was demanding for his granddaughter specifically. It left me with two possible scenarios.
One. Willa had told him about us being fated mates.
Or two. He was just damn f*****g good at keeping his composure and hiding his real emotions and thoughts.
But I had no habit of believing appearances and weightless words. So I had every intention to pry the truth from him.
“Petulant?” I scoffed.
