Dane
"Impossible," Dane spat. "She'll fight for me. I'm already going to have to talk her into leaving without me."
His father didn't move, but his presence suddenly swelled, becoming heavy. Oppressive. Dane remembered the feeling from his childhood, as if his father's rage was a tangible thing. But when he spoke, his voice was very, very quiet. "If I'm negotiating fort this, you better be pretty persuasive, Dane. But don't worry, I'll help. I can't have her out there, loose and alive, still in love with you."
Dane frowned. "Why not? What difference does it make how she feels?"
