THE CAPTAIN'S FAKE GIRLFRIEND
Damon demanded, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper that vibrated through the room.
Richard said nothing. He stood near the grand fireplace, staring at the floor, completely defeated.
“Dad!” Damon roared, stepping into his father’s personal space. “ANSWER ME!”
Richard raised his head slowly. He didn't look at Damon. He turned his hollow, terrifying gaze directly onto me.
“Your father wasn't the only person keeping secrets in your family, Amelia,” Richard whispered, his voice trembling with an ominous weight.
My brow furrowed, my breath hitching in my throat. “What... what does that mean?”