Chapter 156

Evelyn's POV I watched as Leon's face turned feverishly red from whatever drug his grandfather had slipped us. He leaned heavily against the wall, clearly fighting the heat crashing through his body. Every muscle in his face was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to maintain control. "Grandfather, why would you do this?" Leon asked, his voice rough. Silas responded immediately, his voice carrying the fake concern of a manipulator. "Leon, I only did what was best for you." Leon gave a bitter, broken smile. Best for him? Drugging the girl he liked and throwing her into his bed? Some grandfather. "You knew how I felt about her," Leon said, that weak smile still on his lips. "Yet you pushed us both toward something unforgivable." The irony was twisted. Leon had just handled Randy, that absolute piece of filth. Randy had tried to force himself on me, and now, thanks to his grandfather, Leon was nearly becoming a monster just like him. But unlike Randy, Leon had stopped him