Chapter Seventy-Six. Davina.
Davina’s Point of View.
“Davina,” my father's gruff voice greets me.
Apprehension floods my system as I look at the man who stood by and watched as my mother kicked me to the curb, and never said a word in my defence.
“Are you going to invite me in?” he asks.
“No, I don’t think I am,” I fold my arms across my chest.
“Anything you have to say, you can say here,” I declare.
Instantly I feel Mars’ presence, along with Max, who both stand beside me, well, as close to beside me as they can get in the tiny square that is the entrance to my home, they are actually half in the living room. But still, knowing they are both here gives me the strength to stick to my convictions and not let this man inside my home.
“Do you really want to air your dirty laun
