I recognized Carter’s voice immediately, and my hands began trembling.

I had no idea who Delia was or why she would be waiting for my unconscious daughter.

Before I could process what I’d heard, Carter gave another instruction.

“Spencer, don’t let what happened last time happen again.

Make sure you don’t leave any marks on her.”

Spencer responded with an uncomfortable laugh.

“It was just a small bruise, Carter.

You’re making it sound worse than it was.”