Zack's Pov.
My eyes widened as I saw Dad stepping out of the house. His face was red, puffy, as if he had just endured some immense pressure or conflict. My chest tightened instantly, a cold premonition crawling up my spine. Something serious had happened. My instincts screamed it before my mind could even process the details.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharp, my eyes flicking toward the doorway in a desperate search for Eve. “What did you do to her?”
Dad relaxed almost immediately. His shoulders dropped, and the corners of his lips curled into that same infuriatingly smug smirk—the one that always made my blood boil. “Calm down, boy,” he said, his voice laced with condescension. “I am not what you think I am. Get that i***t out of my house immediately.” He turned and
