Drugged And Framed

[Knight’s POV]

"You’re welcome to have a seat wherever," I announce, untangling my arm from Anya’s. "My stepmother should be here any…"

"Wait," she gasps, reaching out and grabbing my wrist. "Won’t you stay?"

Stay? Why in the hell would I stay? I was pretty sure I knew exactly what it was that they were going to talk about, and I didn’t need to be a part of it.

If that woman had convinced my father to go along with her plan, then that was that, and I had no room to argue.

"I’m sure the both of you have a lot of catching up to do."

As I speak, I begin to move, making my way toward the room's exit, but before I can reach it, I feel my shirt being snagged.

Frowning, I turn and take in Anya, who is standing behind me with a pained look on her face.

"Did I do something to offend you?" She asks quietly, lifting her large gaze to mine. "If so, I apologize."

Biting back my initial response, I try to make sense of what the fuck is going on, but before I can, my stepmother enters with Jackson,