IAN’s POV :

“You’re not marrying my daughter,” Emma’s dad said in a warning tone. Glaring at both Emma and me, he spat, “Over my dead body!”

“What is the matter with you?!” my mom added to the fire. “I can’t believe this! You lied to me! You said you guys met in Emory!”

“It’s true, we did meet there before—“ I tried to speak, but Emma’s dad’s fist was already on my face again.

* SMACK! *

I staggered back as he punched for the second time. I heard a crack and I might have broken my nose. But that was the least of my concerns at this point....