It was the middle of the night, and I had barely returned from the woods. I took a quick shower and changed into a night fit. I played the encounter with my father over and over in my head. His every word threw me into a deep pit of thoughts. I fell freely into my bed in preparation to drown in thoughts. Father had given me two days to return to him ready to help his plans against Lucien. He hadn’t left me a wide array of choices and I thought long and hard on a way to free myself from the web I was tangling in. The enmity between my father and Lucien, I could tell, would cause more problems for me than it would for either of them.
“Corrigan,” Lucien pushed open my door. I turned to the window covering my head with the duvet. “I know you are mad,” he said, “but we need to talk. We don’t h
