“No, I’m not.” With determination in her eyes, she picked up her phone, captured an image of the bruise on her thigh, and sent it off to her father without hesitation.

You sent Caspian Harrington after me, and now he’s leaving marks on my skin. First, he destroyed my childhood, and now he’s harassing me on a public beach. Some father you are—keeping your daughter safe.

“Don’t you dare hit send!” Caspian’s voice sounded sharp with ...