Chapter 47

“No special treatment,” Ian agreed.

“Well, it’s decided. Here’s to finding out what that son of mine is made of,” Katherine proclaimed, raising her glass in a toast.

Ian returned to his plate, cutting his food into minuscule bites, avoiding her self-satisfied smirk while he ate.

* * * *

Adam was in the gymnasium practicing his nonexistent knife throwing skills with Mei.

Regan and Vince sat on the sidelines, offering the occasional bits of advice. Not that they helped any. Frustrated, Adam tried over and over to hit the target and missed. Meanwhile, their cheerleaders shrieked in exaggerated fright each time the blade failed to sink. Instead, it bounced off and went flying, though, in his defense, they were landing nowhere near the pair.

“Now watch me,” Mei explained after yet another pathetic attempt.