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“I should have laid there,” Laylah blurted out, her hand going to her braid. She tugged it hard and
chewed on her bottom lip. She could see her hope of going to the party vanishing rapidly. She knew
what her father would list as reasons for her not attending.
Father would cite public smearing of the family name and her failure to mind her own business.
Even though Violet started the fight, he wouldn’t care or see it that way. And the biggest excuse would
be that Laylah had interrupted Father's day and probably one of his precious experiments.
Laylah jumped when Britta touched her. She was surprised to feel tears on her cheeks again. When
“Hey now, chica, chin up. No tears, you hear me? No matter what your father says, I’m proud of
Laylah gave a small laugh. “That’s right, he will, won’t he? He believes in me, like you do Britta.”
She hugged her friend, afraid to let go. Deep in her heart, fear rested. Unsure why, Laylah chose to
ignore it.
“Look, it’s Jacques!” Britta stood and pointed toward the road as the limo came into view.
Laylah rose. She watched Jacques stop the limo and get out. She gave a glad cry and ran to him
wanting comfort.
“No!” He stopped her before she could hug him. “You are in trouble, young lady. Your father is
home and not pleased with the call from the academy.”
“No more excuses! Get in the car before I toss you in.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Laylah hissed and edged closer to Britta, who had hurried over holding
“Mr. Lyser, the other girls jumped her. It’s not Laylah’s fault!”
“I noticed.” Pointedly he stared at Laylah’s bruised face. “Now…get…in!”
Laylah gulped and dropped her gaze at Jacques’ annoyed expression. “I’m so screwed,” she
whispered.
Not wishing to test Jacques' patience any farther, Laylah grabbed her backpack from Britta’s hand,
gave her friend a hopeless look and climbed inside. She winced when Jacques slammed the door. He
got in the driver’s seat and Laylah turned to look at Britta through the window. Her friend’s concern
almost made her cry, but bravely Laylah waved as the limo pulled away.
The ride home felt like an eternity, and all too soon they pulled into the mansion’s driveway. When
Jacques opened her door, Laylah hesitantly stepped out and touched his hand. “Jacques?”
He jerked his hand away and snapped, “Get in the house, Laylah!”
Hurt by his brush-off, she ran up the steps and inside. Laylah came to an abrupt stop at the sight of
her father in the middle of the foyer. His gaze was cold, and that cruel grin always meant harsh
“Laylah, so glad you could come home to see me," her father drawled.
She shivered at the menace in Father's tone. She started to respond, but decided against it when she
saw her father’s associates Kenneth, Bryon, Boris, and Michael walking into the room. Naiya emerged
Laylah was baffled and she froze, too scared to move. She felt trapped and the feeling increased
when Jacques came and stood a foot behind her. She almost started hyperventilating. This was the way
she’d felt when the Weres chased her two months ago. She didn’t like it then and she didn’t like it now.
“You know, Laylah, many people would kill to be you. Nice home, staff that cater to your needs
and a rich parent to give you all the money you could want. Most people would be grateful. But not
out of concern for your well-being. And what do you do? You throw it back in my face by disobeying
me.”
“You will be quiet, Daughter! I want you here, front and center!”
Reluctantly she moved to the spot he pointed to, which put Laylah an arm’s length away from him.
“Let’s review your latest lapses in judgment starting with Donil Silentshadow.”
Laylah focused on her father, confused by the rage behind his calmly spoken words. “Father?”
Father continued, ignoring her attempt to interrupt. “You were told to stay away from that boy for a
reason. Yet what do I find? You, hanging out with him in public for the whole world to see!”
“No! No explanations. All you do is lie to escape punishment. And you will be punished. I do not,
Henry’s eyes narrowed. “What did you just say?” He stepped closer.
Fear hit her as she realized her mistake. “I didn’t say anything!”
“See, my daughter, you’re lying right now. Another mark against you. You are forbidden from
“But!”
“Furthermore, if you defy me on this matter, you will experience firsthand what a beating is. I have
been lenient with you for far too long. That ends now.. About your fight at lunch today. I’m extremely
disappointed that you did not win. Really, Laylah, your Le Croix blood must be rather thin if you can’t
stop one girl from hitting you.” Her father shot her a look of disgust.
“What does it matter? You don’t care, Father! You’ve already tried and convicted me. You shouldn’t
have even bothered coming here. Do what you always do, and ground me! I have homework to finish.”
Naiya gasped, Jacques appeared stunned and the other men growled disapprovingly. Laylah was
shocked too at her boldness, but didn’t get to contemplate her loss of control. Her father’s hand lashed
out and backhanded her. She yelped, stumbled and would have run, but Father snagged her arm and
jerked hard. She was forced forward as Father pulled her to him. His left hand grabbed her chin in a
Sheer terror kept her from replying. The rage in Father's eyes convinced Laylah that he might hurt
Father squeezed and the pain made her whimper. “You’re hurting me!”
“Sir, I did not mean...I’m sorry for back talking! Please let me go! You’re hurting me!” Laylah cried
softly, but the pressure from her father’s fingers only increased until it felt like her jaw would break!
“Henry, sir, she’s sorry for her behavior. You need to release her.” Jacques put a hand on her father's
shoulder.
Father slowly let go and stepped back. “Go to your room and stay out of my sight. You’re grounded
Laylah knew when she was defeated. “Yes, Father,” she meekly replied. Tugging on her braid, she