MARION
I didn’t bother killing the engine right away. The low rumble of the car was intentional, announcing me before anyone had a chance to pretend they weren’t waiting for whoever had just pulled up. After saying goodbye to my family, I decided to come here for Demetria. I’ve missed her presence. I couldn’t wait any longer.
The front door opened, and there she was, Demetria, standing on the porch with Anastasia behind her. Her eyes widened when she saw my car, then narrowed like she was weighing irritation against curiosity.
She crossed her arms as I stepped out and shut the door. “What are you doing here, Marion?”
I smirked, taking my time walking toward them. “Good afternoon to you, too, Wildfire.”
Before she could snap back, her father appeared in the doorway. His sharp gaze land
