42. The (other) Aunt
Neve POV Lucas holds the tumbler of honesty brew up to Ayla’s lips, who swallows the concoction willingly, albeit with a grimace at the vile taste. Delilah, however, thrashes about like a madwoman, refusing to open her mouth. After several attempts, my father loses his patience. “Oh, for Goddess’ sake, Delilah! Open your mouth!” He commands. “NO!” She snarls, staring him straight in the eye, defiance at its greatest. “I’ve had enough of your s**t!” Jake snaps, stalking across the room. His large hands grip either side of Delilah’s face, holding her head steady. Looking at my father determinedly, he pries her mouth open slowly. “Force it down her throat, your majesty.” I know this act of brute force should be shocking to me, but all I can focus on is how delicious the flex of muscles i
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