Connor’s POV
I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t even sit still.
I paced the room like a caged animal, every nerve in my body screaming that something was wrong with my daughter. Something I couldn’t name yet — but felt crawling under my skin.
“I saw it again, Love,” I muttered, turning for the tenth time. “The way they look at her. It’s not normal.”
Love sat on the edge of the bed, calm in that way only she could manage. Her hands folded, her gaze steady. “Connor… you’re imagining things.”
“I’m not.” I stopped pacing long enough to look at her. “Rhett. Reed. Even Rhys now. They treat her like she’s… theirs.”
“She’s young,” Love said gently. “They’re protective.”
"Rhys got her a car!!" I said.
"An early birthday gift. Her birthday is days away, Connor."
“No.” I shook my head, anger rising
