Chapter 61

Eva Gibson’s pov

Entering the house, I turned to Austin and asked, “Why does this place seem so cold and empty?”

Smiling, he informed me that we were all alone in the huge home, and I shook my head.

“I realize that I meant the atmosphere seems oppressing,” I muttered.

“Ah well, like I explained before, my father grew cold after he sent my birth mother away, and it seeped into the walls,” He stated.

“Why did he? She was his mate, wasn't she?” I asked him in befuddlement.

Pecking my cheek, he said, “Because he feared what she was, and I believe that I told you that as well. Enough questions you need substance.”

Following him into the kitchen, I stated that he must have grown depressed after she was gone.

“He obviously loved her if he had grown so bitter,” I commented, and he snorted.

“My father has no love, and I doubt if he even has a heart,” he asserted as he rummaged through the fridge and pulled out several containers.

After preparing me for some warmed pork chop