Chapter 85. Careful

"Get the door." I told Knox with a nod to the servant's exit. I couldn't keep my Father here much longer. Someone was bound to walk in, and I wasn't ready to answer the questions they would have, much less deal with the pity cast in their eyes. I knew my pack would be grieving as much as Knox and I soon enough. I didn't know how much of that shit Mike had given everyone but going by Lotties experience, I guess we had around another twenty minutes to get my Father somewhere secure.

"Careful!" Knox growled from the doorway. As I gently lifted my Father into my arms. Fighting back the tears that blurred my vision, I carried him from the ballroom and out of the servant's quarters.

"Watch his head!" Knox roared when I knocked our Father's head on a pillar on the back stairs.

"Sorry, Pop's." I whispered, my eyes falling to his face, hoping that, by some miracle, the bump to the head would wake him up. It wouldn't. I knew that. He was gone. Grounding the