Trent jabs a finger in his face. “The only place you need to be is where I goddamn tell you to be. Understood—” He stops when he sees me standing there. “Do you mind? I’m talking to my son.” Thinking quick, I blurt, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving to go to Violet’s.” He glowers. “Not right now, you’re not. We’re going up to that casket as a family to pay our respects to June and her par—” “Shadow,” Knox grits out, his expression indecipherable. “She liked to be called Shadow. Not June.” Trent looks like it’s taking every ounce of willpower not to lose his shit. “I don’t give a
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