Chapter 230: This Is Delicious

Savannah My scalp still burned. Every time I lifted my hand, I could feel it—the phantom pull, the sharp sting where Julius’s fingers had tangled in my hair and yanked like I was nothing more than something to be dragged. But even that pain faded into the background, drowned out by the one truth echoing in my head. Jace. My biological father. The man standing just a few feet away from me, shoulders squared, eyes calm in a room that felt like it was collapsing in on itself. “Julius,” Jace said quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade through silk. “Do you remember what I told you the night you confronted me about Flora’s pregnancy?” Julius’s jaw tightened. “And why would that matter now?” he snapped. “What relevance does ancient history have to this present mess?” “You know exactly what relevance it has,” Jace replied evenly. “My exact words were: If you ever hurt my child, I will kill you.” The room seemed to tilt. A chill raced down my spine, settling deep in my bon