ILIANA’S POV
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My legs feel like jelly as I put on some pants, and Drystan is sitting on his knees, watching me, not moving at all. An amused grin plays at his lips, and I push my foot against his thigh, “Do something!” I hiss in a mere whisper, and he slowly rises to his feet, “Then come back here,” he reaches out toward me, and I swat his hand away, glaring dagger at him.
Is he f*****g serious?
“Not what I meant. Hide.” I hiss and pull the double
doors shut behind me. I pat my hair flat against my head, and stop, staring at the door.
Is it dad, or mom?
I inhale a deep breath, and tug on the handle, open the door. My mother stands there, my father behind her.
I did not expect both of them.
Without saying anything, my mother brushes past, taking in the room like she hasn’t been i
