Apphia
Nicholas is not pleased to see me here. He's fuming as he approaches me. My eyes swiftly sweep him. Okay, he's fine, with not a single scratch on him. Drake and the twins, by his side, also give me a worried but disapproving look.
"Apphia, what the f**k are you doing here?" Nicholas growls.
"Don't talk to me in that tone," I retort sharply. He stops and runs a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes glaring at me, aggrieved. Drake walks past him and checks my minor injuries.
"Luna, are you alright?"
I give him a tiny smile and nod, "I'm fine, Drake. Relax. You trained me well," I wink. He exhales in relief.
"I told you to stay in the room, and you disobeyed me," Nicholas says sternly as if talking to a deviant child.
"And I told you I wanted to c—go with you, but you le
