Book 19: Moon Scars

Ian

Dad’s in the mill on the edge of New Glade territory when I walk into the village. It’s almost noon. I took my sweet time walking home, mostly because Miller and Allison crossed paths with me, and I knew for sure he was about to get his ass handed to him in pieces for keeping her out well past sunrise. 

Both looked guilty as hell, which is good. He deserves that. She does, too, honestly. 

The air is spiced with saw dust and sap. I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the familiar smell, and lift my eyes to the catwalk where my dad is standing, his arms crossed over the railing, talking to another equally imposing man twenty years his senior. 

Grandpa Ryan arches a brow down at me, and I know I’m screwed. 

“Fuck, fuck,” I murmur, climbing the stairs to the