MIKE

Luckily, my dad walked in just then, looking between me and Lamia. His eyebrows were meeting in the middle with a glare.

“So, what did you want to show me?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I looked at Lamia and back to my dad, then back to Lamia again. “Lamia, I’m gonna need you to shift in front of Beta Michael.”

“Why?” her brows forming deep lines and scowling. “What is going on? What am I missing?” She asked, getting annoyed and ...