~ LARK ~
Nerves threatened to choke her. Her father had never been physically abusive with her, though he could be very hard on the boys when he was angry. Lark had never feared for her safety—quite the opposite. Sometimes she wished her father would let her have to deal with something on her own. No, she wasn’t afraid for her safety. But the look in her father’s eyes was the same look he gave the boys when they’d made him angry enough that he had moved past bluster and was well on his way to ruthless cruelty.
It was the look that said he knew something they didn’t, and they were going to find out the hard way. But now it was directed at John-Paul.
When John-Paul shifted against her back it was reflex to turn and look up at him. She thought she’d fixed her face so she wouldn’t give an
