Chapter 139

KATE'S POV

"You sound like you're threatening me, uncle. Has anyone ever told you how much I hate to be threatened?" I asked in a very low voice. From the moment the man got out of jail. He's done nothing but make infinitesimal demands. He had done nothing but make me feel like if I didn't meet those demands I was going to hate myself for it. Or I was going to ruin my relationship with Paris. Or he would make my life miserable. The list went on. There was always something so that I would always find myself, bending over backward to do his bidding. But right there at that moment, something snapped inside of me, and I decided that I had had my last bit of enough.

"And what if I am?" he asked, eying me coldly and I sighed,

"Then we don't have a deal," I said and took a step backward,

"What did you say, lass?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry, and I shrugged, as though I was bored of this entire conversation. With my uncle, a non-committed behavior always did the trick.