CHAPTER 55
MARCO
BEGINNING OF A SECRET
My father stared at me like I was a thief caught with stolen diamonds and I held his gaze while trying not to look panicked. One wrong shift in my expression and I knew his claws would be at my throat…figuratively, if I was lucky.
His eyes slowly dragged away from mine and dropped to the girl in my arms.
“Marco,” he called again, voice cold enough to freeze the blood running through Lyria’s veins. “Who is she?”
Lyria shifted weakly, her fingers tightening on my shirt, clearly sensing the bite and tension from my father's voice. I swallowed hard, forcing my face to remain blank or bored or uninterested…. Anything but fear or panic.
“She’s injured,” I said. “I saw her collapse near the compound entrance. I brought her in so she doesn’t die on th
