Chapter 27. Good Cop, Bad Cop

I knew this reaction was a possibility when I decided to take matters into my own hands and force my father's hand. Did it feel good that I had gotten her drunk and convinced her being out mate was a good idea? Well, it didn't feel amazing! But it felt a hell of a lot better than watching her father and mine force her to marry that jumped-up prick! So there was that.

I knew I had played dirty and should have trusted that she would make the right decision and choose Knox or I over that slimeball. But simply put, I didn't trust him not to beat me to it and force her hand.

Like I had!

Did that make me as bad as Mike?

Sighing, feeling her frustrations through the link, I ran a hand through my hair and looked over at the closed bathroom door Knox had disappeared into. Licking my dry lips, I pulled the bedroom door open, clinging to the towel wrapped around my waist. I headed one door down to the spare room Knox, and I used to use for gaming.