Carson Point of view
I woke up from the loud ringing of my phone and growled in frustration before checking the caller ID. My sleep instantly vanished when my father’s name appeared on the screen and I fisted my hand unconsciously before picking up the call.
“Yes?” I asked emotionlessly.
“You did duels for a human girl?” He was straight to the point, like always, and I gritted my teeth before answering him.
“They were bullying her and I won’t let Casey down,” I replied in a strained voice.
“Ahh, Casey, of course, you won’t let her down. But that still didn’t justify why you beat that one guy?” He queried in his most uncaring tone, which I knew all too well.
That tone was fooling no one. He wanted to know everything.
“I don’t answer to you. And that guy had the audacity to meet
