Bastian
“What are you going to do about this, Bastian?” I look up at my father as he towers over me. “Don’t look at me like that! You really fuc.ked this up.”
I scrub my hands over my face and sigh. “I know what I’ve done. But I was following what your father always told me about rogues.”
“Do not turn this on me, boy! You have a mind of your own; you should have used it! How could you reject your mate? It shouldn’t have mattered who you thought Lillian was; you should have accepted her! To hell with what other people thought!”
My father yelling at me is all well and good, but it won’t change anything. I was stupid, and I lost my mate because of my actions.
My parents have been good friends with the Dalgaard’s for years. So why, then, didn’t I recognize Lillian?
I feel so stupid, but
