“Where is she?” She steps back and out of my way. “Upstairs. She won't open the door. She won't talk to me.” 'Well do you blame her?” I snap. “None of this would be a fucking issue if you had just let me tell her when I wanted to! Instead, she had to overhear it! Who knows what she's thinking up there!” “Don't speak to my fiancé that way,” Topher growls. I turn around and look him up and down. “Don't even get me fucking started on you. That's my daughter up there, and I'm not about to listen to your ass tell me how I should and shouldn't handle things that concern her.”
