Diana's POV
Sitting at the table with four adults who just kept staring and mumbling was awkward as hell. Several times I tried to get up to leave, but Skye would place his hand on my knee forcing me to stay where I was.
I knew what they were thinking and what they were mind-linking to each other. Our scent was different, my scent was different. My Mom pretended that my Dad's intense glare wasn't making me uncomfortable and kept talking about random things to pass the time.
But once we were finished eating, Mom cleared the table and Skye opened his mouth to speak. I took his hand beneath the table and continued to draw circles on the table with my finger. Avoiding the look my father kept giving me.
It wasn't too long ago that I'd told him I was still his innocent little girl. Now I'm s
