Chapter 17

Lyra

“This dress is too short.”

His voice didn’t shout.

It didn’t need to.

It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was fucking serious.

My heart dropped.

My throat tightened.

Because it wasn’t just a statement.

Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter.

“No Daddy it’s not,” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him “this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you?”

She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering.

“Just look at what I did to Lyra,” she said proudly, “look at her outfit. Isn’t she beautiful?”

I stumbled.

The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself.

Barely.

And when I looked up.

He was already staring.

Damon.

Shirtless now.

Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fir