Chapter 102

~Frey~

Vaughn’s hand rested on top of my thighs, rubbing calming strokes, but no kind of stroke would calm this rage rumbling in my chest. Maybe the stroke of this fork on my father’s grin would ease my anger a bit.

I had never sat at a dining table with my father. In fact, I had never eaten at the same time as him when I was younger. He eats first. That was his rule, and whatever he didn’t eat, o