Rhys
I stormed out of the hall and headed straight into one of the rooms in the house.
It was my grandfather's little museum, the place where he kept most of his favorite antiques and trophies, along with academic certificates that included mine and even Raymond's.
I heaved a deep sigh as I leaned against one of the tall shelves, folding my arms tightly across my chest while I waited for their arrival.
In any other situation, my grandfather would never have come. I wouldn't even have had the nerve to speak to him that way.
But this was different.
It concerned my life and my future, and I wasn't going to let him ruin everything for me.
Footsteps echoed through the marble floor, approaching the room. Since the door was wide open, they could see me standing close to the entrance.
Besides, they could probably smell my pheromones — I had let them flare wildly in anger the moment I stormed out.
The footsteps stopped at the entrance, just as I expected.
