The contract can't be broken.

Zeno

I all but snap my head to the side. My father should be really careful about the things he says in front of me. Especially about my husband.

I'm no longer the child he could control or lie to. I am a grown man, fully capable of making my own decisions and judging the situations before my eyes. Besides, wasn't he the one who needed the deal? Did he really think he could toss and pull me around as if I were a toy of some sort?

Hell to the no.

As I glare at my father, I notice beads of sweat running down his neck. Holy mother of the Moon Goddess, he's actually lying. Since he refuses to look in my direction, even for as much as giving me one of those stupidly stern looks of his, I clear my throat and look back at Nero.

He's covered in blood and doesn't look that good, but at least the blood doesn't seem to be his, so that much appears to be fine. "He's lying, isn't he?" I ask him as I point my finger at my father.

Nero's pack members gasp at the same time as my father does.

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