"How the hell did you get in here without an invitation?"
Samantha rolled her eyes, sauntering toward us with practiced disdain.
"Didn't you people invite me?" Augustine countered, his voice a slow, melodic drawl. He didn't even spare her a glance; instead, his eyes remained anchored to mine, burning with an open, soulful affection. "Besides, since when do I need a piece of paper to go where I please?"
Rodger frowned. He stormed over, bridging the gap in an instant. "Emmaline, what are you doing bringing this outsider—this stray—here? You really think this pathetic attempt at making me jealous is going to work? We just rejected the bond, and you're already regretting it?"
"Father," Phillip's voice rang out, tiny but remarkably clear, cutting through the tension. He stepped firmly in fr
