Turning around, she smiled up at him sheepishly, constantly feeling small between her brothers and dad. It wasn't just their auras but their powerfully built sizes. Damon Cross was beyond that.
With only a few streaks of bright white in his otherwise entirely black hair, Damon looked just as young as Eamon, making them look more like brothers than father and son. Young yet still unapologetically fierce and strict.
He was a force to be reckoned with. For his daughters, however, he did have a much softer approach most of the time.
"Eamon distracted me," Keira replied apologetically.
"Inside." Damon nodded toward the living room. He wasn't softening to her smile. This was bad.
He followed Keira and Eamon into the living room and kept the door open.
"Eamon, this is between me and your sister," Damon said coolly.
"She did nothing wrong. Well, she could have stood up for herself…" Eamon trailed off as Damon held his hand up, quietening him.
