When the Prime Minister called me, I wasn't sure exactly how to play my hand-
But I think I did all right.
I ended up holding hands with Luther at the dinner table with his father's approval after all.
Well, to be fair, I was holding his arm to prevent him from breaking a glass into his father's skull-
But that's basically the same thing, right?
Emiliano was standing next to Luther watching me closely. I could tell he was not happy to see me by the light eyebrow twitch.
His little speech was also quite a frank indication:
"The deal is off, Cassian!"
His tone was cold and his gaze didn't leave my grip on Luther for a second. If he could have burned me with his eyes, I would have had my hand done Shish Kebab.
"No need to get so emotional over this, Mister Sanchez! It's only natural for a father to analyze all suitors of his son before approving a marriage, right?"
Emiliano tilted his head and smiled. I knew that smile-
