Raven hugged Willow against her. She didn’t know this man. She didn’t know what he wanted or what he would do.
“Gather your belongings,” the man commanded in a deep voice. “Only bring what you can carry.”
Startled, Raven could only gape at him. She clutched Willow tightly. It wasn’t the man’s appearance that sent shivers racing down her spine. It was his voice. Serious, forceful.
It was familiar.
“Who are you?” Willow asked in a timid voice.
He approached, his boots thundering on the wooden floor.
Raven retreated, pulling Willow with her.
Sage peered around Raven’s shoulder.
Raven lifted her chin higher. She would not let him hurt her sisters.
The man stopped before her, and she met his stare.
Dark eyes swept her, assessing. “I’m your father.”
