*Zara*

“Zara, let’s get the children ready for bed.”

Briella, Kellan, and I looked up from our game. Their father stood in the doorway of the playroom. I raised an eyebrow at the tone he used.

It sounded almost like an order.

“But Daddy!” Kellan cried, standing up, tackling his father’s legs, and looking up at him with wide eyes. “We were just about to throw the prisoner in jail!”

Noah’s firm expression softened as he bent ...