Chapter 121 Tourists Destination

Daniel’s father took up the space of two men and stood a good head and a half taller than her five-five height. He aimed her way, pushing through chairs and tables, empty or not, wild, furious, eyes landed on hers as the double doors to the diner swung shut behind the man who carried the same face as her lover, only a few years older. Handsome, with a streak of silver through his sideburns and a thick beard trimmed close to the chin.

The man never held a kind word for her, but today he seemed riled up more than usual. As soon as he’d learned about her, Damon, and Daniel, he’d been angry and the crinkled skin at the corners of his eyes only grew deeper. If wrath had a color she would say it matched the same stormy blue clouds swirling a nasty tempest in his irises. His mouth pulled back in a fierce grimace making him appear ten years older and meaner than a hell-bound priest.

Anya’s back went straight and her eyebrows inched up at the wall of muscle plowing toward her.

He tossed people