Kestrel's POV
"If it's about my father, Siren, stay away from him please," he says, his voice tight with tension. "I don't like him and you shouldn't either. I'll protect you with everything I have."
He says it like he's reliving a bad memory, his eyes distant and haunted. I cup his face gently, bringing him back to the present, back to me.
"Do you hate him that much?" I ask softly.
He nods without hesitation. "I don't want you around him. And I'm going to be extremely busy over the next few days. I won't be around you all the time to keep you safe."
"It's nothing," I say, trying to reassure him. "I was just curious about why you're warning your mother so seriously. What did he do that was so bad?"
His jaw clenches and his eyes flash with pain and rage. "He killed his mate and my mat
