Kier's POV

She kept me at a distance?

Of course, what could we possibly talk about when she couldn't even talk? But still…

I glanced down at the curly head resting on my thighs. Deidre had fallen asleep watching Frozen for the hundredth time. At this point, with the amount of time she'd watched the damn cartoon, they might as well cast her in it.

“Daisy,” I called softly. You could never be too sure with her, one minute she'd be snoring, the next she'd be standing at the arm of the couch, staring at you like a little ghost.

But when her lashes didn't even flutter and her soft...