Amelia’s anger doubled from Ryan’s greeting, and the cheerful grin on his face like he wasn’t playing his silly games.
“Where’s my daughter, Ryan?” she spat out.
“Relax, baby. She’s fine and we’ve been expecting you,” his grin widened, only infuriating her more.
“I’m not here for your games, Ryan. Get my child for me so I’ll leave peacefully,”
“And if I don’t?” he cocked his perfectly shaped brow, leaning against the door.
Amelia glared daggers at him, but he remained there, looking so relaxed like she wasn’t planning his death. Ignoring him, she pushed past him into his home, intending to find the child herself, and Ryan let her, happy to entertain her as long as she was in his home. He moved away from the door and closed it, following behind her.
“Dora…” Amelia called at the top of her voice, expecting her child to come running into her arms but silence greeted her. “Dora, it’s mummy, please come out honey,” she tried again but got no response.
She whipped towards Ryan who was behi
