Kayden
My body shook terribly as I stared at her while she walked down the grand stairs.
So all along, she was living well while she had left a boy all alone with an abusive father? Worse, she had a son who was a year or just a few months younger than I was.
I couldn't believe that after everything, this was how I would reunite with my estranged mother.
Rhys must have felt the tremors running through me as he leaned in, his shoulder brushing mine. "Stay calm, Kayden. Whatever you do, don't show fear in front of my father and grandfather. That's exactly what they want," he whispered.
He had no idea that I wasn't terrified of the men in front of me but of the woman in red. The one now stepping onto the marble floor and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear was the source of every nightmare I'd ever had.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him that the "fear" he was sensing was actually betrayal and rage.
