Chapter 211 His Daughter

• Lilly POV
• When we step into the apartment, the low murmur of voices greets us. Callum’s grip on my hand is firm—too firm. At first glance, it might look like he’s holding on for support to walk, but I know better. It’s desperation, plain and simple. His fingers dig into mine like he’s holding on for dear life.
• As we round the corner, Luna is sitting with Nevina. She smiles warmly and waves at us. Nevina, noticing the movement, turns toward us, her dark eyes assessing. They’re sharp, curious, and far older than they should be for a ten-year-old.