“Another of my father’s worshippers. This one with a replica of his face. I woke up and thought it was him, sitting on the edge of my bed.” I shivered again at the memory. Staring around the room, I wasn’t sure I would be able to sleep in here by myself ever again. Stellan suddenly lunged towards my lamp and threw it against the wall, a loud howl of rage echoing around the room as he smashed it into a million pieces. Remington and I both stared at him in shock.
