Forbidden Collection
“Good. Because we’re celebrating tonight. But first—anyway, can you make some pancakes for your new dad?”
The word hit me like a slap. “Dad?” I echoed, barely above a whisper.
“Yes.” She squeezed my shoulders, eyes sparkling. “Well, technically he will be. I’ve been your acting mom since your mom passed, right? Family’s family.”
Jace rose then, stepping closer. He placed a hand on Lydia’s waist, possessive but gentle. “I’d be honored to fill that role, Ava,” he said softly, voice warm like honey. To Lydia it probably sounded sweet. To me it sounded like a threat wrapped in velvet.