Liam's POV
The air inside the Full Moon Packhouse felt cold and familiar as we returned from India, but it didn't feel like the home I once loved anymore; instead, it felt like a prison decorated with expensive wallpaper.
As we stepped out of the cars, the staff lined up in silence, bowing with polite smiles that made my skin crawl.
My father, Sir Lennox, stood at the top of the grand stairs with a proud look on his face as if he had actually achieved something great, but I didn't even give him the satisfaction of a glance.
I walked right past him as if he were a ghost, my heavy boots echoing loudly against the stone floor, and I could hear Leo and Leon following close behind me in the same cold silence.
I marched straight to my wing of the house and stepped into my bedroom, slamming the door so hard that the very walls seemed to shake before I sat on the edge of my bed to stare at nothing.
