He let out a low growl, and I caught a glimpse of his expression shifting before he masked it again.
“Oh, have I ruffled the beast’s feathers? Is he going to show his true colors again? Bring it on. This time, I’m ready,” I challenged him.
“Wow,” someone commented from across the room. Axel and I turned to find a group of unfamiliar faces standing in the foyer. Without warning, Axel growled louder and dashed through the kitchen, exiting out the back door. I stood there, watching him leave, feelings churning inside me.
“Can I help you?” I asked as the older man at the front stepped forward.
“My name is David. I’m Axel’s father,” he said.
“Oh, I’m really sorry you had to witness that,” I replied, taking a step closer to them. I felt a bit embarrassed, but that feeling didn’t linger for
