Chapter 41

Lyra

Tasha just stood there, blinking like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her glossy lips parted slightly.

“Are you serious right now?” Tasha finally said.

“You can’t do this, Dad!” Tasha shouted, eyes blazing as she stormed down the hall toward him. “You can’t fucking do this! Can’t a girl live a little?! So what… I came home late! Am I hurt? No! Did I crash? No! I’m fine!”

“I’m not twelve anymore,” she snapped, throwing her arms out. “You don’t have to lock me in a fucking tower every time I step outside!”

Damon didn’t flinch. He just stood there, chest rising slow and hard, every line in his body tight with restraint. His jaw flexed. His eyes didn’t leave her face, even as I shifted behind him like a ghost in oversized cotton.

“You don’t get to question the rules in my house,” he said. “You don’t get to vanish for hours, ignore your phone, and then walk in like nothing happened.”

Tasha scoffed. “So what now, you’re goin