Dane
"Trust me, I do," Dane had muttered.
His father regarded him for a moment, thoughtful. "I'll admit, this isn't what I expected. I thought you were coming here to ask to join me. To train further. To be a part of my…business."
Dane snorted. "Never. I told you that four years ago."
"I guess I didn't believe you until now," his father said in a dry tone that was far too lighthearted. Dane should have suspected then. He should have suspected a lot of things. But he was young and arrogant—like his father—and certain he could use his father's tools against him.
Then his father turned to Talia. "You're a part of this?" he asked softly.
She nodded, her brown hair fluttering around her face as she pleaded with him with her eyes. "Dad, he's going to do a really good job. You'll be proud."
