Finley's head throbbed when his dad glared at him like that. He knew that a long a*s lecture was going to unfold.
Finley was about to answer, but then his father got Impatient. Grabbing the boy's wrist, Evan tugged his son toward him.
"Fin! Answer me!" The hot daddy's ruby eyes reddened, almost becoming like a devil from hell. Finley couldn't help but shudder, and his innocent face turned grave.
"Calm down, dad! It's not like I'm bewitched or something!" Finley shook his dad's grip on his wrist and hurriedly backed off, creating a distance from his dad.
Although they're still sitting on the same couch…
Sensing his grip didn't touch anything, Evan looked down at his palms and squinted.
"...Fin. Explain." The man didn't look at Finley anymore and just clenched his fists tightly. However, the chilly aura around him worsened, scaring even Percival, his contracted fairy.
