Naeva Quinn

“Naeva, this isn’t right. Your attitude keeps getting confusing. We need to talk, I'm your father.”

My father’s voice was sharper than I’d ever heard it. No softness, no patience. Just too serious.

I didn’t turn. My chest was hot, my voice came flat. “Did you not already assign a bodyguard to me? Or isn’t he doing his job?”

I said moving past him, straight inside, cutting off whatever reply he had. But he didn't drop his stance, his voice followed behind ...