My leg kept bouncing beneath the table. I have never been this anxious or stunned. I'm shaken to the bones right now, and I'm trying to think, but I can't process anything.
What the heck?!
Ares went ahead and dropped a bomb. Bless our marriage? What marriage? I haven't even agreed to marry him!
Oh God.
"Catherine..."
I flinched, my gaze flying to Gramps. Oh no. He said my name, and I don't mean just say it; the sternness reminded me of when I sneaked off to a party. I tried to climb back through the window, but he caught me, standing there with his arms folded, along with a hardened expression just like now.
Of course, right now he wasn't standing, but his arms are folded, and that look plastered on his face is sharp, sharp enough to cut through my head.
Shit!
"G-Gramps—"
"Why didn't you tell me he found you..."
My mouth hung open. "I-I..."
Gramps sighed, looking out the window, and my expression softened.
