Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

Truth be told once I’ve made it up the porch steps, beyond the foyer, and into the kitchen, the last horror I expect to see is Pollux in an apron. My eyes lock with his, and I swear the whites are black half a second before they aren’t. He swears. His gaze falls hard on his daughter before I can so much as choke out a greeting. “Meda, what the—” He curses.