Chapter 18 Learning The Name Of Victim

• OLEANDER
• My voice rose as I spoke, getting pissed all over again, and my father's hand flew to my shoulder. “I know, I know, son,” he said, squeezing my shoulders before walking away and returning with a pair of shorts. “Here,” he said, handing me a t-shirt as well since I had ripped the ones I was wearing when I shifted.
• “You are right,” he said as I got dressed. “I’ll take the necessary actions to address them.” He continued, and I nodded, apologizing for the mess I had made. I glanced over at the broken desk and the ruined leather couches, grateful that the room was soundproof; otherwise, Reyna would have heard what had happened, and it would have been disastrous.