Chapter 23
Rhett’s POV
Astrid’s footsteps echoed faintly above me as she stormed upstairs. I sat there in the living room with heaving chest, the box of first aid supplies sitting useless on the couch where she’d shoved it.
I dragged my hands down my face. “Damn it.”
My control was slipping.
I couldn’t tell her about what the event meant. I couldn't tell her the party I'd been invited to had been hosted by my father.
That bastard.
The thought of Micah working for him without knowing the truth of his identity made my chest ache.
I cursed again and reached for my pack of cigarettes. The lighter clicked, and soon the bitter smoke filled my lungs, burning on the way down. One drag. Then another. Still it didn't help like the normal nights.
Astrid's voice echoed in my head when she’d s
