Revealing the Truth

We ate dinner, it was amazing. His mother was great cook, roasted lamb, mint sauce, garlic roasted mashed potatoes, carrots, and beets. I smile as I enjoy my food. I stay silent and do not mention that I absolutely hate beets. Afterwards, we had a chocolate cake, with red dessert wine. We listened to music and sat by a roaring fire. I lounged against him, enjoying his company until I heard someone walking into the room. His mother immediately changed her demeanor. I sensed fear in her, Travis also straightened up. He no longer had me lounging against him. He instructed that we all sit up properly. I asked him what the issue was, he told me his father was home, and he is not a man to cross, nor is his grandfather.

“You mean Sinclair Luthor?”

“You know my grandfather?” he asked me in a serious tone, there was a steel gaze in his eyes. I looked skeptical, like he was trying to understand how I knew him.

“Sure, everyone knows in my old pack knows of the infamous Sinclaire Luthor, we just