SILENT WITNESSES
Lysander's voice broke through the stillness, cool and under control, yet it had an underlying steel that made my spine shiver. His gaze never straying from my father's face, "I didn't mean any disrespect," he replied, "but Kylie is no longer your responsibility. When you made her my fiancée, you forfeited that right. Right now she is mine to handle."
The words strike me as a physical blow. "Mine to address," was all I was right now? One individual to pass possession to another?
Salvatore, my father, looked at the engagement ring on my finger and sneers formed on his lips. I briefly considered him maybe arguing or restating his claim over me. Then something in his expression changed—a flutter of... was it anxiety? Honor? Not sure exactly.
"Then would you like the honor
