Sept

Leah Monroe

I almost clipped my heel on the door when I slammed it in Xander’s face. I hope he was pleased with himself, now that his criminal friends have stolen my car. He didn’t even look like he cared. Maybe my car being stolen was a grand way of getting revenge on me for threatening him.

Dammit! I can’t believe I acted so recklessly tonight. I followed a man I didn't even know into a biker bar that didn't even look like a biker bar! I was lucky it was just my car that got stolen, if Xander didn't show up, they'd probably take something else.

My eyes drifted closed, I swallowed a breath in the darkness, trying to regain control of my buzzing nerves. But an unwavering presence somewhere in the hall forced them to a crescendo.

“Leah?”

Startled, I stood at attention, eyes wide. Daddy was standing at the edge of the steps, a cup of his hands. It was coffee, I knew before I smelled it in the air. It was a habit of his to get a cup at this time of night, it was good to know that some o