Nadine's P.O.V.
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"Surprised you're letting this happen," Calix mumbled as we walked towards the clubhouse, our daughter between us, holding our hands. "At least, without a fight."
I looked away from his face. He doesn't look as rough as he did yesterday, but I still hate seeing him all beat up. One eye is still swollen shut, he has a split lip, a cut across the bridge of his nose, and I noticed all the bruises across his torso this morning. I understand why it happened, I know it's club-life, but I hate it.
"It's not like I would win," I replied lightly. "And there's no hiding the truth from Delight now."
"That mean you trust me again?" he asked. "Trust us?"
"No," I said. My tone wasn't harsh or rude. It was just blunt. Light. Like this was the simpl
