present time
"Did you kill my father?" I ask the panic and worry nearly drowning me. Could my own mate kill my father? Granted, he didn't know. Jack couldn't possibly know that he's my father but still.
If Jack killed my father, there is no way that I'll be able to see him the same way.
"No."
The relief is instant and I choke out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. Fresh tears fall and I'm suddenly filled with guilt to have doubted Jack.
How could I doubt my own mate? Jack's been nothing but the best since I've met him. He treats me like his queen and does everything right. He's strong and kind.
Of course he had nothing to do with it. I'm such an awful person-
"But my father did."
And for the second time that evening, I think I choked on air and vomited a little in my mouth.
