Chapter 75

• “Father?” My brothers echoed the words that couldn’t leave my mouth. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of the figures standing in front of me.
• But there he was, his posture still as commanding as ever; my eyes trailed to his side, and as usual, his hands were tightly clasped around my mother. My gaze shifted to the entourage behind them, each holding some sort of travel bag of different sizes that no doubt belonged to my mother—at least 80%.
• I found myself tensing as he got near, Dylan and Ryan both forgotten. I had gotten so used to ruling without my parents breathing down my neck, and the months they had been away were the best, but they were here now, and I had no idea what to do.