Dad’s mouth snaps shut. He’s not winning any ground and he knows it. He knows it and he hates it.
Truth be told, I completely forgot all about my father the second Oleg bought me and spirited me away for his sick games. I’ve been so worried about protecting Willow from the monsters in my world that I forgot I have my own monsters to deal with—and my father is probably the biggest of them all.
Except instead of facing him head-on, bracing myself for a backhanded comment or literal backhand to the face…
Demyen’s standing guard, shielding me from him. Protecting me.
Just like he promised he would.
I am not used to this. But I definitely like it.
“You need to show me some respect, boy,” Dad snarls in Demyen’s face. “I don’t care what you think you’re doing with my daughter.”
Demyen only
