Nico
My eyes welled up with hot, stinging tears as Uncle Anderson stepped directly between my grandfather and me.
The towering presence of the only man who had ever made me feel safe in this house felt like a shield blocking the toxic aura radiating from the head of the table.
Anderson lowered his hand, his sharp brown eyes cutting through the air as he turned his frame completely toward Geum-ho.
"Is this the truth, Father?" Anderson asked. His voice was low, deceptively calm, but it carried a dangerous vibration that made the air in the dining hall instantly drop to sub-zero temperatures.
Geum-ho jumped immediately in his seat, his face twisting into a frantic, desperate mask of panic as he tried to claw back his defenses. "Of course not! That can't be! Why the hell are you believing him? Do you honestly expect that I would treat my own nephew that way? He is lying to get out of this homosexual shit! He is possessed by a demon, and he is—"
