CHAPTER 233 Chaos

  ~ RIG ~

  When my father touched Cara, I didn’t even think. I just leaped towards him.

  Cara screamed through the link, obviously thinking I’d lost control. But she underestimated me. I knew him even better than she did. I knew he didn’t have any atrtraction to her. He was baiting me, alright. And even though I was a little calmer knowing she wasn’t unconscious, it still freaked me out. The only thing that stopped me shifting to take his throat on the spot was the knowledge that I needed to do this right. If I didn’t take him in a formal challenge, with witnesses, he was going to weasel out of submitting to me. I knew it.

  I had to do this right.

  So, I leaped for him—and his enforcers came for me—but I drew up short, right in front of him, in arms reach of Cara in case I needed to take her from him.

  Dad’s chin dropped and even with his sly smile, his eyes fixed on mine and his body tensed. He was ready to fight, trying to push me to lose control.