Naeva Quinn“Naeva, this isn’t right. Your attitude keeps getting confusing. We need to talk. I'm your father.” My father’s voice was sharper than I’d ever heard it. No softness, no patience. Just too serious.I didn’t turn. My chest was hot, my voice went flat. “Did you not already assign me a bodyguard? Or isn’t he doing his job?”I said, moving past him, straight inside, cutting off whatever reply he had. But he didn't drop his stance, his voice followed behind me.“Naeva.”But I didn’t, I wouldn’t listen. My steps took me to my room, and the moment the door closed, I let my body fall into the bed. The sheets caught, just perfectly, I needed them to anchor me, to keep me from swaying out of myself.Silence clutched me. Then my stomach growled. Loud. A reminder that I hadn’t eaten all day. But the thought of stepping outside, of crossing paths with Dad, maybe my mother, kept me pinned. I’d rather starve than face him in the kitchen, beneath those sharp stares.I closed my eyes and
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