Chapter 31
The sun had risen, but the awning of the entranceway returned the space to twilight. Even with human eyes, I could see a bar of light shining through the c***k beneath my father’s door.
He was awake and alert. My wolf would have suggested a surprise attack.
But here on the second floor, the only other route for entry involved climbing up to the balcony. Ditching that complication, I used the keycard to push my way inside.
“Justine?”
Dad looked up from his book with reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He was clad in silk pajamas that hung on his frame in a way that was entirely unflattering. The bulky armchair dwarfed his body. Was it just the light that made him appear suddenly old?
“No, it’s me,” I answered. I didn’t bother raising the g*n threateningly, an
