CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT: FRUITS & CREAM

NOVA POV

“Where are you coming from?”

Grant’s voice greeted me the moment I cracked open the door to my room. The lights flicked on, searing my eyes. I winced, half-blinded.

“I stepped out,” I muttered.

“To where?”

“To wherever I like. You’re not my daddy.”

The words slipped before I could choke them back. Instant regret lanced through me.

Grant’s chuckle was low, slow and mocking.

“Now, now. What do we have here? Sassy ...