CHAPTER 18– YOU HATE HIM
ISOBEL
The moment the words left my lips, I regret ever saying them. Mason's arm on my waist tightened, and he pressed his fingers a little firmly against my back. He didn't stop dancing, but I could feel the tension in the air and I swallowed nervously as I wondered if I had crossed a line.
He clenched his jaw and glared at me. "That's none of your business."
I stiffened. "It is my business," I said before I could stop myself. "He's my father."
He tightened his grip on my waist for a second before he regained composure and sighed deeply then he loosened his hold. "Exactly, and that means you wouldn't understand." He said in a low voice that made me wonder what exactly he didn't want to say.
I frowned, and I squeezed his hand. "Then make me understand."
He chuckled dryly and said seriously without and explanation. "No."
