Luther
“I need to talk to you,”
My father looks up from his desk.
I don’t give a shi.t what paperwork he was doing; he needs to listen to me, and now.
“If you’re here about Jenna, I’ve heard it all from Lilly and Sara.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “I don’t care what you’ve heard from them. I need you to let Jenna go. This isn’t right, Dad.”
“And why is that?” He points to the chair in front of his desk.
I huff like a child but take a seat, nonetheless. “If you’re allowing Lilly to keep Harry, then I think you should let Jenna live. Or is it one rule for your daughter and another for my mate?”
Dad’s eyebrows raise slowly as he looks at me with a smirk. “Why do you care if Jenna lives or dies, Luther? You’ve made it very clear that you want nothing to do with the girl.”
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