I held Cyrus' sleeping body and tried to focus on his scent to stay calm. I should have known something was up when it took him so long to come back from the laundry room. What if my dad hadn't been there? He could've been raped. Not that the fact that he'd been sexually assaulted was any better. At the very least, the bastard was dead. If my dad hadn't killed him, I would have. Cy shifted slightly in my arms, pressing his face deeper into the crook of my neck. I rubbed his back and kissed the top of his head before glaring at the pile of his clothes...