RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV

THREE DAYS LATER

"Are you nervous?" I asked as we stood in front of the door of my father's mansion.

She glanced up at me, her smile faltering for a moment. "Shouldn't I be? I don't think your father is a big fan"

I cupped her chin, my thumb grazing her cheek. I loved the way the simple contact had my heart racing.

"Well, you're mine, so he has no choice but to be a big fan. Besides anyone who does not like you must have some sort of brain disorder or something, ...