EMRYS POV
Of course! I knew it. I knew the meeting with my father wouldn't end just like this. There was still the part where he had to cuss me out and tell me how much of a failure I was.
A tiny smirk of satisfaction rose at the corner of my lips as I turned around to face him.
“Sit…” he said, as he traced his fingers on the rim of the tiny cup.
I hesitated for a while and took a seat. I waited for an interminable length of time which was in the real sense about fine minutes or less.
“When would you claim Isabella as your mate?” That wasn't a question. Far from that. If anything, he was asserting.
“I have no intention to mate with her…or claim her as my mate,” I answered pointedly.
He rubbed his hands against each other. Not losing his calm, not on the verge of throwing punches.
