Maren's heart sank, but she kept her eyes on Mr. Blackwood. She could feel Alexander's body tense up beside her, a look of dread on his face.
“You really think I wouldn't know?" He asked casually. "You're my son, Alexander. You're very predictable,” Maren could swear she saw a flash in his eyes as he raised his face to meet his son's.
Alexander's Adam's apple bounced up and down, but he kept his gaze on his dad.
”But” he continued, then paused. "I'll allow it. Because, for the first time, you put so much effort into something and didn't f**k it up”
Okay, Maren was starting to get pissed. How can a father be so harsh on his son? Why was he being all saucy after pulling an all gracious act the previous times they'd met?
She looked back at Alexander, who had his head bowed, staring at th
