After Alaric carried me back to my room, he went to the bathroom to relieve himself alone.
A full hour passed before I finally heard a low, guttural groan from the bathroom.
After that day, we behaved like a normal father and daughter. Neither of us crossed the line again. But the vibrating egg reminded me what had happened that day wasn't a dream.
That changed when my best friend, Marsha Bennett, invited me to a singles party that weekend.
At dinner on Saturday night, I spoke first,
"I'm going to a party with Marsha tomorrow. I won't be home for dinner."
"Fine. Just don't forget what your mother told you. Come home early."
Alaric didn't look up. He continued cutting his steak slowly.
"I might not come home at all."
At that, Alaric's hand finally stopped. He looked up at me, one e
