Griffin~
I sat back in my chair, my mind churning.
Cassandra needed to understand one thing—she couldn't get what she wanted in Vereth without me. I had to back her into a corner, leave her no choice but to hear me out. That was the plan.
It wasn't a bad plan. If she was truly after something in Vereth, I could use that to my advantage. But getting close to her? Now, that was a whole different battle.
Across from me, my father still looked like he wanted to tear something apart, but he kept his mouth shut. That silence meant he knew there was no talking me out of this.
Finally, he exhaled slowly. "And if she refuses? If she decides it's easier to tear you apart instead?"
I met his gaze, my jaw tightening. "Then I'll make sure she regrets it."
A heavy pause. Then my grandfather let out a low, approving chuckle. "That's the spirit."
