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“I don’t give a fuck if you can tap dance while doing it. Calli is mine, and I have every intention of ensuring she’s looked after properly.”

“Did you decide that before or after you injected me with whatever you pumped my veins full of yesterday?” I hiss.

“All I care about is keeping you safe,” he says so seriously it makes my chest ache. It doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over, though.

“I need to talk to my dad about your access to drugs. You’re fucking lethal.”

“Only when it’s necessary.”

Not having any sensible words to say back, I just throw my hands up in exasperation.

“Does my dad know about any of this, or have you left him, all of them, at home, freaking the fuck out?”

“You have nothing to worry about, Angel.”

“How reassuring,” I mutter as he pulls bacon and eggs from the fridge.

“Trust us, Calli,” Ant urges.

Daemon gives him a double take over his shoulder.

“Trust me,” he pleads.

“I might have if you’d just talked to me. I’m assuming my dad knew something was going on, which is why he jumped off the deep end when I said I was going to the shop?”

“We’ve been on high alert for a while, keeping a close eye on you all. But then Ant came to me yesterday with new intel,” Daemon confesses. He does it through clenched teeth, but I still count it as a win.

“I overheard my uncle talking about their plans. They want you in retaliation for the men your Family have killed recently.”

“Great.” I fall quiet, my thoughts running at a million miles an hour around my head. Daemon grabs a pan and Ant watches silently while resting back against the counter, sipping on his coffee.

Both of them look exhausted, and I wonder if either of them got any sleep last night. Obviously, it’s not an unusual occurrence for Daemon, but I’m not aware of Ant having issues.

Guilt tugs at my insides that they’re both wiped out because of me, feeling the need to protect me like this.

I love it and hate it in equal measures.