He shook his head. “I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then it was Mom,” I shouted. “You really need to communicate more! I had six months to find someone suitable and Cherry was the most biddable bride I could find.”
My father was staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “There is so much wrong with every sentence you just said. First, biddable?” He burst out laughing. “Do you really think life is fun with abiddablewife? That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. Second, neither one of us knows who the Bregoli’s are. Someone is screwing with you. Hard core. And you were dumb enough to believe it. Why didn’t you pick up the phone and call us?”
I was breathing like a bull stuck in a tight pen. “Moira,” I hissed.
My dad rolled his eyes heavenward. “The only thing I’m going to say here is you are not allowed to kill your sister.” He flicked his fingers at me. “If I can give you any advice at all, it would be this. Fix this. Fix it before it’s too late. Yes, we want you married and we want an heir.” His eyes softened. “But we also want you happy. Whoever this woman is, she’s going to make you happy. That’s what the bond means.”
I dropped my head into my hands. “She’s a vamp, dad.”
My father let out a soft exhalation. “That’s not… ideal. But it isn’t the end of the world, son. We will deal with it the best way we know how. Now, go.”
I stood, my shoulders slumped in defeat. Maron was so pissed at me, I wasn’t sure how to fix this.
Or even if I could.
