Chapter fourteen

Excuse me?" My father glances at Riven, his eyes narrowing. He doesn't sound scared—he sounds furious.

"You heard me," Riven says firmly. "She isn't going anywhere."

My father scoffs. "I'm sorry, but I—"

"Is it money you want?" Riven interrupts. "Property? Land? What will it take?"

I blink, taken aback. I wasn't an object to be traded. Why was he talking about me like that?

My father folds his arms. "I just want to take her home. She belongs to us."

Riven's jaw tightens, his glare dark and unyielding. He clearly doesn't like the way my father phrased that.

But I don't want to go back. Not to my father, not to my brother, not to the constant abuse and violence. Yet, I don't want to be treated like an object by Riven either.

I swallow hard and lift my chin, shifting my gaze between the two men. "Do I even get a say in this?"

Riven looks at me and nods silently. My father, however, doesn't even acknowledge my words.