Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"I want to talk to you in private," Desmond replied curtly, barely even glancing at his son as he spoke. He did not bother returning the Don's fake pleasantries, and there was no warmth in his voice. He gave a short, tight-lipped smile before turning and walking away, clearly expecting the Don to follow without question.
The Don stood still for a moment, watching his father's retreating figure with a mix of annoyance and amusement, but then, to my dismay, he turned his attention back to the room, scanning the crowd as if searching for something — or someone.
His eyes found me quickly, and the moment they did, he tilted his head in my direction, motioning for me to follow. My heart sank.
Of course, he wanted me to come along. There was no way he would l
