Thorn POV
I make my way back to my parents' office. As soon as I reach the door, I don't wait to knock. I push the door open before I can think better of it. Thankfully, everyone is still in the room. I don't need a repeat of the day I walked in and got a glimpse of my father's bare a** as he bucked with wild abandonment. I shudder at the memory.
"Thorn, we weren't expecting to see you again tonight. I'm surprised you left Vanessa to return to the office alone," my aunt says. I swear she is fighting a smirk. "I need to talk to grandmother and it couldn't wait." "You could have brought Vanessa with you Thorn," my grandmother says.
"No, I couldn't. She is what I needed to talk to you about." "She is a lovely girl. She seems like she will make a fine queen," my mother says. Why do I feel
