Aurora's POV. 28.
Family drama.
My breath hitched as Richard exploded.
"Luther, why are you coming at me with a question like that?" He practically charged across the room, his face contorted.
"Are you suddenly trying to track my every move? Figure out where I'm always going?" Richard's anger was evident. I could feel the tension radiating off him, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Luther's voice, when he finally spoke, was dangerously calm, sharp as shattered glass.
"I need to know. And I don't know why you're yelling over a simple question! Or did you do something wrong this time? Because every time you mess up, someone is always cleaning up your ass!"
Richard's jaw tightened. "Luther, I don't owe you any explanation for what I'm doing or not doing." He paused, a calculating gl
