The door shuts as Nite removes Haven from the room. I whirl on her dad, my hand wrapping around his throat. I throw him down onto his desk. “Luca…” I squeeze, taking away his air, and lean over him. “Don’t ever fucking touch her again. Do you understand?” His blue eyes narrow, his hands gripping my wrist that holds him captive. “Do you understand?” With my free hand, I pick up the pen he used to sign her name and stab him in the arm with it. “You son of a bitch,” he snarls.
