Amelia's POV

I quickly made my way down the stairs and to the living room where my dad and Nicholas were entangled in an argument. Nicholas was tugging at his hair, his fingers interlaced tightly between his strands. He did that every time he was galled or irritated.

"No. That will not happen. I won’t allow it, Ernesto. How could you propose such a thing to him? You are not sending her there. Aaron is a sadistic bastard, and you know it. You saw it with your own eyes; he was ...