Marcus didn't return as soon as he said he would. Angela waited until dinner was served, yet there was still no sign of him. It wasn't that she was attached to him, but his absence worried her. The bond between them as father and daughter was weak. She had spent her whole life thinking he was dead, only to discover he was alive and that everything she knew about herself was a lie—all thanks to Grace.
Angela knew that when the time came, she was going to settle scores with her.
As for the boys were outside in the backyard training, even though they had promised to make tonight special. She was curious about what they had planned, and every time she thought about it, a cold rush spread between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Seraphina asked as she sat beside her.
"Thinking, even though I'm supposed to be working on the new page I created," Angela said, pressing the keys with her index finger harder than she needed to.
"What do you want the page for?"
