James' throat bobbed and when he looked at me again, I could see the truth in his eyes.
He'd known my past.
He'd also known who Dimitri was, whom he was selling me to, the death sentence he was giving me.
He really had expected me to be sleeping with the fishes right now.
I felt so... empty inside.
Had he ever felt an ounce of love towards me, or even a sliver of guilt for what he did?
I realized it didn't matter. Not anymore.
Not from him, anyhow.
James winced as Knight dug the gun in again. "I'm sorry okay, Rose? I'm a shit person, and an even shittier dad. I swear I'll be better. Let me make it up to you. Please.”
I stared straight into his eyes, realizing that I felt nothing for him. "No."