Serayah Morgan.
“Dad! Dad!”
I chase after him, until he stops and turns to face me with an expression I can no longer read.
“The men I have chosen are ready to fight the man who claims to love you. He is ready as well—”
“You think I don’t know that you mean to kill him?” I hiss.
“Yes, I do.”
Then, gently, dad cups my face. “Why don’t you just leave him? Come back to your family. You left your job, your own life—”
“Dad, I still have my job and I also have a son now.”
“You didn’t give birth that baby. He belongs to Quinn. And if this is some twisted sense of duty—some guilt you bear for what happened that night—you need to stop. Because I already carry that guilt.”
“Can you even see that you break my heart?” Tears leave my eyes unbidden as I search his.
He doesn’t comfort me. Once
