CHAPTER 100 

Wilson barely breathed as he moved, the wood under his feet betraying him with the faintest creak. His fingers had just curled around the doorknob when his father’s voice cut through the silence.

“Wilson.”

Cassius' voice was low and hard and coming from the dark.

Wilson froze. His back stiffened before he slowly turned his head to find his father, Cassius, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. 

He was watching him intently like he’d been there the whole damn time, waiting.

“Where are you going, son?” He demanded softly, his eyes still lingering on him.

Wilson felt exposed. As though he had been caught in an...