Keira’s Dad’s POV
I checked the time and it was way past the time she should return home from school. The thoughts and imaginations of her being a prey to the rogues sent cold shivers down my spine, and before I knew what was happening to me, I was back in my former condition, combating headache.
I couldn’t hold back my joy when she walked into my room, dragging drooling mucus from her nostrils back into my head, before she wiped the ones that had managed to scape through with the back of her hand. She lessened her tightened grip and checked him out like a mother would do to her playful son that had just returned from the playground.
“How’re you feeling now” ‘ she asked.
“I’m fine, my dear”
“I’m talking about your health, Daddy” – she teased.
“Yeah, I know” – I chuckled.
Over the ye
