The Monroes were all awful!

Lyon's eyes grew colder in the dark, his entire presence cold, as he heard my crying.

"Why were you so remote from Jack in advance, even filing for a divorce, but now dining with him like nothing had ever happened?" he asked.

I scowled at Lyon for his accusatory tone. Although he had rescued me before, what he had just done and the question he was asking now were way overboard.

I breathed deeply, brushed away my tears and, with icy coolness, replied, "Uncle Lyon, generally, a married couple dines together. What you have done now, as an elder, is absolutely unacceptable." Lyon said with...