Preston stared at her in shock, his cognac eyes almost turning red and his stare slowly shifted to his sister and mother. They were both smiling at him, as if everything going on was completely normal. Victoria’s smile made his blood char with anger and when she rose to her feet, Preston shook his head.
“No, this is not happening,” he said flatly and pointed at the door, “get out, Victoria.”
Everyone froze.
His mother was first to speak up, her face ashen with surprise, “Preston!” she exclaimed, “what the hell is wrong with you?”
He ignored her, “You heard me, Victoria. I don’t want to see you here,” he said, his face as serious as the last time they had met, about one year ago, “I’m going up to freshen up and when I get down, I don’t want to see you here.”
“Preston, have you lost you
