Chapter 37

Farren's Point of View

They stood as one when Mrs. Parades stepped out of the house and into the garden beyond. Smiled at her with flashing white teeth. But their eyes would trail towards me as I followed. Took in the displeased look on my face and simply brushed it off as nothing. Because they saw nothing wrong with what they had done.

How could they when they had been taught all their lives that violence was okay?

Underneath the irritated scowl, I was seething. Felt my cool rage rise and fall as if it had a life of its own. Breathed in the timid air and released flames from my lungs. My hands clenched into fists the closer I got to the bottom. They dared to ruin my day and then show up here as if they had done nothing wrong.

The older gentleman looked over his right shoulder at me. Beamed brightly. He looked a lot like Rafael, with his dark skin and endless dark eyes. His shoulders were broad as well. Frame large and imposing. But he was even gentle with the teacup in front of hi