Allison's eyes widened at the question, breath caught in her throat as her father expectantly stared. How did he find out? That’s the first thing going on in her mind as she took in his hostile demeanour, noticing the pinch in his brows, tight press of lips. Her gaze slid across, and that’s when she saw a brown package with her name scrawled on top of it. Who could have sent that?
“Is that for me?”
Adam twisted his lips. “First, answer my question, Allison. When were you going to tell me that you were looking for Reaper?”
“Did Drake tell you this?”
“So he’s helping you too?!” Her father's voice rose, punched out and gravelly, which only made her wince. She might have slipped something he did not even have an idea about. If not for Drake, then who might have told him?
“Dad, will you
