I refuse. Not this time.
“I think we’re done here.” He said.
“No.” I said and his expression hardened.
“You will leave this place with me.” He said.
“I won’t.” I said.
“You are a Lawson.” He said.
“I know.” I said.
“You will start behaving like one.” He said.
“I think I’ll pass.” I said.
“You don’t get to refuse.” He said.
“I just did.” I said.
His jaw tightened and for a split second I thought he might continue shouting. Instead another figure quietly stepped forward. Jace.
He didn’t rush or raise his voice. He simply placed himself between us with a calm confidence.
There wasn’t anything threatening about the way he stood. If anything, it was respectful and he wasn’t trying to intimidate my father. He was simply making it clear that the conversation had gone far e
