There it was again, his immediate response to uphold my father’s good name. My father didn’t do something, so obviously it was my fault. Disgust rolled through me, and I didn’t respond. What was the point? We weren’t really starting over fresh, despite his words. He just wanted information.
“Nyx, I want to help you.”
“No, you don’t,” I retorted. “You just want to make certain you’re not blindsided and humiliated when a complete stranger deduces something about me in an hour that you couldn’t be bothered to figure out.”
Suddenly, I was up against the wall. His hands caged me in on both sides, and his head leaned down and hovered inches from mine. “It is not a good idea to test me, princess,” he murmured. “I could leave you at the mercy of the wild here.”
“And your baby?” I echoed with a
