She wiggled in closer, sliding a leg between mine. “Did you talk with your father?” “Long enough to tell him that whatever he felt he needed to say, it had to wait.” I tangled my fingers in her hair. “He wasn’t happy to hear that, but he backed off.” “So, you didn’t really talk to him at all.” “I don’t want whatever he has to say in my head right now,” I admitted.
Hes gonna die and casteel is going to regret this
