Chapter 37: Requests for ExileAcenith slumped onto the edge of the bed, rolling her eyes. “Well, that was awkward.”
Ben settled on the other side of the bed, watching me with unconcealed compassion. He placed his hand on my arm. “Are you alright?”
I groaned, slumping back against the pillows. “Out of all the people in the world, my father turns out to be a vampire redneck.”
Lucas was standing by the window, his back rigid and hands still clenched into fists. He'd strode to the window after Matt left, body language oozing hostility.
“Charlotte, it was always going to be risky bringing your father here,” Ben suggested in a low voice. “Don't blame him for being unable to accept what we are.”
“While I get that he's freaked out by it all, it seems like he isn't even trying. He's determined
