Chapter Twenty-Four
Angelica Winter's POV "Can I speak to you, Ray?" Axel cleared his throat and I looked up at him, noticing he was giving my father the same look my mother always gave me. I was confused for a moment before remembering Ray was his nickname, it's what he preferred. "Alone?" He added icily, his eyes darkening, and I put my hand on his face, pulling his deadly stare away from my father and onto me. "Please don't yell at him," I mumbled, watching his features soften and I gently rubbed my thumb across his stubble, "he didn't know," I frowned, slowly dropping my hand back into the small space between our abdomens where I had my other one, then I began fiddling with them. His eyes drilled into mine and my frown deepened, "okay," he finally answered, leaning in and kissing my forehead. I smile
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