Cyrus Monroe's POV

I had barely reached the front entrance of the Monroe residence when Lyon's men stopped me.

"What's this? Am I not even allowed into my own home?" I demanded.

A cold voice sounded from among the group. "Of course you are, Cyrus. Welcome home."

At the sight of Lyon, my face darkened, fists at the sides of my legs.

"Lyon, I heard you've imprisoned Dad. Gone crazy?" I yelled.

Lyon smiled, not cowed by my glare. "What are you even saying? I'm only concerned about Dad. He's old and doesn't need to be burdened with my problems. I thought it'd be for his own good to rest...