The room went silent the moment I heard his voice.
"Evric."
Firm. Heavy. It wasn't just anyone, it was my father. Rogan.
I stiffened, my blood turning cold. Zayn, sensing the shift in my expression, straightened instantly. I muttered under my breath, "My father is here."
Zayn's hands moved quickly, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He didn't even meet my eyes; he just focused on making himself look presentable. I stood up, trying to mask the storm inside me, and Zayn followed, equally.
"Dad," I said flatly.
"Yes," Rogan answered, his voice calm yet sharp, like a blade hidden in silk.
"When did you get here?" I asked.
"The moment you turned yourself into a vampire," he replied, his eyes narrowing in judgment.
I clenched my jaw. "Then why didn't you say anything?"
"You are completely shameless, Evric," he said, his tone heavy with disapproval. "This is hours of work, a company I built, and all you could do is waste your time like this?"
