ILYAS
My mind won’t stop constantly reminding me of what I did.
Dad is here. Why is he back?
“What are you doing here?” I grit my teeth, stepping closer to him. My breaths come in gasps from the sprint. “I asked what are you doing here. Answer me!”
A hand—Danial’s—presses on my bicep. I shrug away, giving him a warning glare. “Don’t. don’t come between us or you’ll get hurt,” I narrow my eyes at him.
His blue eyes turn cold. “Fine, hurt me. But don’t do anything with him. Alright?” he gave my arm a tight squeeze, almost to the point of hurting. He spoke the last words just for me to hear. “Ilyas, you are getting married in a few days. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. lets go back.”
He pulled me away from Dad but I yank my arm out of his grip. Then, I turn back to the man who I call m
