Madison Frost
I was waving at Titus as his sister pulled away from the Royal Manor. She had called about an hour earlier, asking if she could take him for the afternoon. I agreed since the following conversation I had with my grandparents will require privacy. They were waiting by the front door when I turned around. My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to explain what Scott was to me, or even Barrett. I just wanted to get my father back.
“Let’s return to the library,” my grandfather said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Once we were seated again, I ran my sweaty pants down my skirt-covered thighs.
“There is no need to be nervous, my dear,” my grandmother smiled as she sat beside her mate. “We have a pretty good idea what had happened, but with your observation skills, they had to ke
