CAELLUM’S POV

Dinner was strained. That’s to say the least. 

My father, his guests and I were seated on the dining table. The food served remained untouched as we stared each other down. 

I was wrong to let them stay till dinner. What the hell was I thinking? 

“I believe you have something to say to me.” I coughed up when no one spoke, staring at my father. “Why have you come?” 

He didn’t speak, and just when I was ready to throw him out of the house, he started. 

“This is Donna Petrov.” He said, referring to the woman who had yet to say a word since she arrived...