Bianca & Isaac
Bianca
My jaw clenched as I read the email over Isaac’s bare shoulder.
“I can’t believe he’s not even willing to negotiate in the slightest,” I hissed through my teeth, my hand moving protectively to my stomach as if my father could reach through the laptop screen and rip my baby away. “He’s not even trying.”
Isaac said nothing, although the faint tick in his jaw spoke volumes.
I should have expected this. My father was a stubborn bastard—it was how he’d become so powerful to begin with—and he wouldn’t bow to my demands, even if they were reasonable. Vera had tried to kill me and my baby. Asking for the ancestral rights to my mother’s small pack lands and to be left alone after that didn’t feel like too much.
But apparently it was.
I shook my head, tur
