CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CATHERINE’S POV

I pulled away from Burke's grasp quickly and switched the light in the room on, only to see Burke looking haggard like he had gone into a fistfight with someone; he brushed his hair backward, attempting to remove the hair on his forehead, which was fruitless once again.

“Your father's drip is tampered with; we need to do something," I said, ignoring his question. He did not seem pleased about my sudden change of discussion, but he answered me, he ...