Chapter 4

I wanted to counter him, but Lilith stepped up, her hand still protectively cradling her swollen belly.

Her eyes widened in theatrical horror as she raises her voice, eyeing me.

"Damon!" she shrieked, her voice pitched to carry across the lawn. "We can't let this violent convict in our home!"

I flinched at the word 'convict.'

Five years in prison—even though now I was back to years ago—had stripped away my pride, but hearing it thrown at me like that still stung.

"It's not your home," I said, my voice low. "It was never yours."

Lilith ignored me, clinging to…