Devon
The man stares at me like I've just killed his dog. He scowls at me from behind a mop of semi-blond hair and light eyes that are obscured by shadows.
I can quickly tell that he isn't a shifter, but he's also not quite human either. Something about the way he stands, the way his eyes shimmer, just doesn't scream I'M HUMAN.
He's older, maybe twice my age or a bit more, but he's tall and strong.
“So you're the reason why my daughter has been sneaking out at night," he says in a deep gruff voice.
My eyes fly open, and my jaw drops. I look between him and Ava, who is staring down at her feet like she's just been caught cheating on a test. HER FATHER?
I try to say something, but my voice cracks before I can finish a syllable. The man puts up a hand to silence my attempts.
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