Delilah's POV
We filed into the house in silence. I saw the brothers' truck already parked, which meant they were inside, probably in their rooms listening to every word and laughing.
Ryker led us to his study, a room I'd only been in once before. Dark wood and leather furniture, bookshelves lining the walls, a massive desk in one corner. He gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs facing the desk while he and Mom took the couch.
It felt like a trial. Me on one side, them on the other, all the evidence stacked against me.
"Delilah," Ryker began. "I want you to understand something. When your mother and I got married, I didn't just gain a mate. I gained a daughter. You're part of this family now, and that means something to me."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"But family requires
