Chapter 89

Poppy

“If they stand between me and you?” Sebastian’s dark chocolate eyes held mine without flinching. “Then yes, Poppy. I would.”

I shook my head hard, stepping back. “No… no, Daddy, that’s not...”

I couldn’t finish. My chest felt too tight. I turned and ran upstairs, my bare feet slapping against the steps, robe fluttering behind me. I didn’t look back even though I heard him call my name.

I didn’t go to my own room. I pushed open the door to Mom’s bedroom instead and slipped inside.

The room smelled like her. The bed was perfectly made, untouched. I crawled onto it anyway, pulling the covers over...