My face changed, “What do you mean what am I doing to my daughter?”
Kylan didn’t flinch, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. “Exactly what I asked, Briar. You’re talking about medicine like it’s the only thing keeping her from falling apart. What’s really going on?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Try me,” he pressed, his voice calm but firm.
I stood abruptly, pacing the room as my mind raced. “It’s nothing, okay? Just something the doctor prescribed to… keep things normal.”
Kylan arched a brow. “Normal? You’re talking about glowing eyes and a song that no six-year-old should be humming. There is no way for a six years old to know Latin and surprisingly she does. None of that screams normal to me.”
I froze, my back to him, my fists clenched at my sides. “It’s under control.”
“That’s what you call control?” he shot back, gesturing toward the hallway where Luna’s muffled cries could still be heard. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like
