Torin's pov

“You think you’re a grown man and can decide what you want to do?” I asked, my voice echoing through the office, sharper than I intended.

My son squared his shoulders, his jaw was tightened so much like mine it irritated me more.

“I am a grown man, Father. And I can do whatever I want, however I damn well see fit,” he spat back.

A humorless laugh escaped me. “Is that so? You barely have control over your temper, yet you believe you’re ready to make decisions that ...