Chapter 24 What's Wrong Daddy
- “Hurt you?” The figure spoke, and relief washed over her as she recognized Vincent’s familiar, mocking tone. He flipped on the lamp beside her bed, illuminating his stern face.
- “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, her heart still pounding. “It’s the middle of the night.”
- “I live here, remember?” he replied smoothly, his eyes locked onto hers, daring her to challenge him.