My head tilts up challengingly. "I don't believe you."
His brows leap questioningly.
"You are a carbon copy of your father. And when you stole Landen's position at our wedding. You proved there is no line you wouldn't cross for what you want—just like Landen. Morally flexible. You are definitely your father's son…" my eyes glide down to his groan teasingly. "Except in some areas."
Outrage tightens his features.
"I'm surprised none of you were aware of my night with your father," I provoke, only stoking his anger. "With him… I screamed a lot louder."
"Let's test that theory."
He lunges at me and I defend with raised hands. He seizes my wrists to pin them above my head. When he comes too close, impulse jerks my face to the side but I force myself to look him dead in the eyes.
