“She doesn’t know what it means,” he replies, still not taking an apologetic tone. “And before you grab the closest weapon, you should know that Nikita did it without consulting me.”
“Why should she consult you if I’m Jo’s mother?”
“Because I’m Jo’s father. We have equal rights.”
“Not as far as I’m concerned.”
His calm doesn’t break, but I see the ripple of irritation on his brow. “Then maybe you need to start compromising.”
“Are you being serious right now?”
“What exactly is pissing you off?” Isaak says. “The fact that she’s comfortable here, or the fact that she’s already in the next room with my mother?”
How? How the f**k does he know exactly what bothers me? How does he know what’s going on in my head at any given moment?
“This is not her home, Isaak.”
I stiffen. “So that’s th
