But you, little deer,"—he shakes his head once, his piercing blue eyes arrow on me, pinning me to the seat—"have no place in this dangerous world." Rejection spindles through me, but I grit it back. I'll let my father be the judge of that. "Well, I never planned on staying, you know that. So, I'm sorry if I'm putting you out, Sir. I'll be out of your hair the moment my father comes for his property," I say, noting the tic in his jaw. The blue in his devasting gaze shrinks to nothing as the blacks expand to consume them in darkness. "What did you just say?" "Sorry?"
