Charles had already stomped halfway around the lake. His face was red with anger, and hot with tears. That demon had some damn nerve. Like it was [i]his[/i] fault that his daughter had been taken from him. Like he wouldn't love to have those years back. Like that vile, filthy creature had done a better job keeping her safe than [i]him[/i].

He sat himself down in the tall grass. Charles heard Lydia calling him. He quickly wiped his face. "Lydia," he greeted her. "Your...demon and I were just having a talk." 

He couldn't bring himself to call that monster her friend.