Chapter 188 The Red Room

• When we reached the house, I eased onto the couch, settling in for comfort. Paul fetched a bottle of water from the fridge for me, indulging in his own bourbon. Seated across from me, he rested his elbows on his knees.
• Curiosity laced his sarcastic inquiry, "What is it about Bronze Creek that your father is so desperate to have you back?"
• I replied nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging, "Nothing much. It merely pleases my father to believe I'm not being defiled."