Worried

Lily tucked her father in, brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, and stepped back. She gave him one last look before leaving the room. Cai had already gone, and with his absence, her anger deflated like a popped balloon.

Then the thought struck her—he was avoiding her. Why else would he show up and leave without speaking to her alone? He'd simply visited her father and then gone.

But if he was avoiding her, why did he come in the first place? And what was all that talk about the wedding and her having a piece of his heart? She shook her head, trying to make sense of it, when suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the next room.

She gasped, her heart jumping to her throat, and was about to scream when the door shut behind her, and she was pressed against it. A hand covered her mouth, muffling her shout