Chapter 21 A Father's Laughter

• Alex’s P.O.V
• I followed my father into his study, my boots making sounds against the polished hardwood, my jaw tight with irritation.
• The heavy doors to Father’s study creaked shut behind me, sealing us away from the marble-floored hallways and the ever-watching eyes of the manor. I braced myself, already imagining his stern voice echoing off the mahogany walls, some tirade about disgrace or lineage or how I was once again sullying the family name with my "barbaric antics."