Anger flashes in David’s gaze and I know I’ve hit a nerve. He’s known about these rogues tracking his daughter. Do I know if he’s done something to stop it? No, but I know if he has, it hasn’t worked. But these rogues aren’t going to get far now that I’m involved.
“Your presence could escalate things,” David argues calmly.
I shake my head. “They were coming regardless of my presence.”
“They’ll put the pieces together,” he continues. “They’ll come harder knowing what she is to you.”
“Then they’ll come to regret it.” The words come out cold, edged with something I don’t bother to soften.
For a moment, the air between us tightens, coming close enough to conflict that it wouldn’t take much to tip it there. But David does rise to it. He holds my gaze steadily, measuring in a way that tells
