–Livana–
I had my team sweep the room for bugs and hidden cameras. We found plenty—most likely installed as a precaution. We replaced every single one with our own devices. My husband was still outside, waiting. I wondered how long he'd remain patient. Grandpa Edward had spoken to him several times, probably to persuade him to persuade me.
But no one—not even my husband—can sway my decisions. I want my father. And that wretched aunt of mine. I know Grandpa Regan has longed to kill his son-in-law. How ironic—my father is the only son-in-law shared by both my mother and her sister. The thought makes my stomach twist in disgust.
"Liva," Damon's voice called. I turned my head toward him. Though his face was a blur in my sight, I could sense his pout, that subtle tone he uses when trying to win me over.
"Come on, babe. How about food?" he asked, voice softened with charm. "Let's go out."
"Chef Wally already prepared our meal."
