Chapter 8:
Kevin’s POV
The sun was too bright for the secrets I was keeping.
I watched Lyra sleep for a moment longer than was probably safe. She looked fragile against the pillows, her dark hair a messy halo. The memory of her arched back and the way she’d called me daddy was still vibrating in my bones. I wanted to stay. I wanted to wake her up and do it all over again until she forgot Elliot’s name entirely.
But I had a throne to defend.
I slipped out of the room and headed to the kitchen. The smell of coffee was already thick in the air. Jake was there, shirtless again, looking like he’d stepped off a medical drama set. The sight of him made my blood simmer. He wasn't her father, yet he acted like he owned the rights to her health and her body.
"Morning," Jake said, his tone eve
