Knox’s POV
I stared up at the ceiling as it came into focus. Checking the time, I saw it had been only an hour since I’d finally drifted off to sleep. Rather than feeling rested, I felt even more irritated.
The last thing I felt like doing was gathering with Olwen and his family, pretending I was happy to marry their w***e of a daughter and submitting myself to another freezing by their impulsive asshole of a son.
No, I’d skip dinner tonight, I decided.
This place was getting to me. Being so close to Aira was bad for me, affecting my focus. I started to rethink my plan to stick around. Father would be pleased with the deal I’d already made. I’d obtained an acceptable supply of timber, more than we needed even with the first load. I really didn’t need to keep placating all these people
