CHAPTER 7 Dominate This

　　~ RIG ~

　　I was awakened the next morning by my father, appearing in my bedroom, unannounced.

　　Awkward, since I wasn’t alone. But also, unnerving. Dad wasn’t one for familial chats.

　　I had only a second of warning—footsteps on the stairs that my instincts recognized. I sat bolt-upright just as the door swung open and my father strode in, scanning the bed, me, and the crumpled lump under the quilt next to me.

　　My father’s nose wrinkled, but he spoke through the mindlink. ‘A human? Really Rig? You’re disgusting.’

　　I growled, but gently shook the girl awake, who blinked and smiled at me, then looked horrified when she caught sight of Dad in the doorway.

　　“I think you better go,” I muttered, then stared at my father until he took the cue to turn around and let the girl get out of the bed without being watched.