Chapter 115

Confrontation

I stared at Donovan’s father, the darkness wrapping around us like a cold blanket. My heart thudded in my chest, a mix of confusion and fear swirling inside me. Why was he here? What did he want?

“Dad, this isn’t the time!” Donovan snapped, frustration evident in his voice. “We need to get out of here!”

“Get out of here?” his father repeated, looking us over with a mixture of concern and anger. “You’re running around with her? After everything she’s done?”

I felt a sting at his words. I wasn’t just “her.” I was Lana, a person, not just some villain in his son’s story. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I shot back, stepping forward. “Your son is the one who—”

“Enough!” Donovan’s father interrupted, raising his hands as if trying to maintain control of the situation. “We can sort this out later, but right now, we need to move.”

“Move where?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why should we follow you?”

“Because you’re in danger,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Sarah and h