Until that night...

Leo’s POV

The inside of the house was just as quiet and dark as the outside. Before I left for my meeting, the place was more alive than ever, but I had never seen it this way.

A flickering light caught my eye as I walked through the foyer and into the corridor that led to the back of the house.

“Took you long enough.” His low, gruff voice came from the lounge. Following his voice, I flicked the switch on the wall, allowing the light to illuminate him.

My father sat in the leather armchair, an ashtray on one arm and a glass of amber liquid on the other. His hand was tight around it as he held his cigarette between two fingers. The smoke creating a fog-like veil.

“I expected you back days ago.” Bringing his cigarette to his lips, he took a long drag, his eyes never leaving mine. His eyes were cold and dark, their warmth gone with my sister.

“Something came up.” My father's lips raised at the corners as he huffed, the smoke leaving through his flared nostrils.

“You mean your mate? Or yo