Kai's POV
She was snoring softly. One leg flung across her father's lap, her hair a whole forest tangled around them both, glitter clips falling out like dying stars.
Sebastian Ashford sat frozen, a storm bottled behind his eyes, one hand resting protectively on her knee like she was still five and scared of thunder.
"She's drooling on you," I said.
He didn't look up. "Shut up, Kai."
"She's gonna wake up with a crick in her neck and blame me."
"She's not waking up until noon."
I glanced at the scene again and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You were really about to have me pack up the boy, huh?"
"If you hadn't found out she was his sister," he muttered darkly, "there would've been blood on the carpet."
"You've killed men for less."
"I've killed men for looking at her."
I snorted. "That's dramatic even for you."
He raised an eyebrow. "She cried."
"…Right."
And that was that. Logic, reason, and international law all bowed before one truth: Sky cried, therefore someone had to die.
She stirred a little, murmuring something about cupcakes and betrayal in her sleep. Her cheek was squished against her dad's chest like a koala, completely unaware she'd just nearly caused a homicide.
"You're so whipped," I told him.
"I'm her father."
"You're her doormat."
He didn't deny it.
I pulled a blanket over both of them and shook my head with a grin. "You know, if Day really does fall for her…"
Seb stiffened.
"…he's got no idea what he's in for."
I left before I was strangled with a glitter hair tie.