Something banged in the next room, and I knew Dreson had returned. He was angry. There was another bang, louder, sharper, followed by his voice echoing through the hall. "Where is she?! I want her out here, now!"
Cece ran out of the kitchen to help Rowan calm him down. Letting my eyes slide closed, I called out to Dreson with a quiet touch of magic. A few seconds later, he burst into the kitchen and snarled.
"Seventeen f*****g years, Leif," he snapped, eyes wild. Voicing
I felt the color drain from my face. "Oh, God... So it's true, then? Kenna is my daughter?"
He walked over and hugged me tight. I felt the wetness of his tears as he cried into my shirt. "What the hell is her deal?"
Neither of us really knew what to do in this situation. Kenna rose to her feet, pale and shaky. "I'm s
