ISOBEL
The moment the words left my lips, I regret ever saying them. Mason's arm on my waist tightened, and he pressed his fingers a little firmly against my back. He didn't stop dancing, but I could feel the tension in the air and I swallowed nervously as I wondered if I had crossed a line.
He clenched his jaw and glared at me. "That's none of your business."
I stiffened. "It is my business," I said before I could stop myself. "He's my father."
He tightened his grip on my waist for a second before he regained composure and sighed deeply then he loosened his hold. "Exactly, and that means you wouldn't understand." He said in a low voice that made me wonder what exactly he didn't want to say.
I frowned, and I squeezed his hand. "Then make me understand."
He chuckled dryly and said seriously without and explanation. "No."
It was like he had already decided that he would never waste his time explaining to me. I couldn't help but wonder what he took me for.
