Desired By My StepDad and His Son
"The noise was a lot."
"Poor thing," Cassie said, reaching out to touch my forehead. "Maybe a nap is in order."
"I think she's just overwhelmed by the excitement," Lucas added, his voice a smooth, mockr. "Right, Amaya?"
I looked at him. His eyes were cold, calculating, reminding me exactly who owned the footage of my degradation.
"Right," I whispered.
"I'm going to go unpack," Cassie announced, already retreating toward the stairs. "Silas, don't forget we have that dinner with the Millers tomorrow."