"If it isn't the bastard of a son in my fiancé's room," Holland said as his voice held anger and threat while he clapped his hands like he had just uncovered some eminent mystery.

The sound of his claps increased the more he took more steps into the room until he was finally in front of Simon and I. Suddenly, I didn't see any of those prominent facial features that I saw on his face anymore, as the only thing that I could pick from his face was disgust.

"Lovely," he said in a chuckle as he ...