Chapter 18

Lyra

“The car was boring anyway.”

Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full-blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he was the villain of her movie.

Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat… and she was.

“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?” She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom trying to relive her glory days.”

Damon didn’t budge.

Didn’t blink.

He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest.

His cock was still half-hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a sil