Connor’s POV
“What if let’s failed her?” I suggested.
My father looked at me with his furrowed brows. In my peripheral vision, I saw him reaching out on the thick book behind him. I watch as his arms stretched and smoothly throw the book at me. Before it reaches me, I use my right hand to catch it.
“Sometimes, I wonder why the pack is obsessed with you. They do not have any idea how big of an i***t are you. Don’t they?”
A small smirk flashes on my lips and shake my head.
“I just want to keep her safe,” I commented.
I reach for the green tea resting on the center glass table. We are here in the tea room. I invited my father over to have a talk.
“You know you can’t always shield her from danger.”
“I will. Trust me,” I confidently answered.
He reach for his glass and take a hu
