What are you doing?” “Nothing.” Kyle Rossini stopped in the doorway to his daughter’s room and watched his beautiful Cat stare at the ceiling. She lay on the bed he’d built for her more than fifteen years ago, when her life had been so much easier. Today, at nineteen, her life must seem like an out-of-control carnival ride. She’d been spending a lot of time at his house lately, ever since she’d taken the mantle of power from the previous Etruscan Goddess of the Moon. He still found it impossible to believe his baby had become a goddess. Everyone—from her mother and second father to the woman who’d held the mantle before her—were trying to figure out exactly what that meant. No one had come up with an answer. But while Cat’s mom, Margie, and Kyle’s mate, Tamra, worried and fretted and stewed and tried not to show it, Kyle blocked it all out. He stuffed the gut-gnawing frustration and fear down deep, until it was nothing more than a tiny ache somewhere in the middle of his chest.
