Dana’s POV:
The next day I’m still too angry at my parents to be able to think clearly. Something that has me seeing red at the most inopportune of times and also has me snapping at people ranging from my cousin to my friends and lastly to my mate. Something that has me feeling guilty but unable to turn off since my anger toughened me up to my parents’ attempts at making things right since none of them included telling me the f*****g truth. Something that annoyed me and Midnight to no end.
“Still nothing?” Braeden asks when we’d all settled into a booth at the Midnight Dahlia, a club and lounge frequented by a whole host of supernatural creatures. I growl and glare in the direction of the pulsing strobe lights only to feel my mate’s arm around my shoulder seconds later, the comfort it of
