Taylor

I had not realized when I fell asleep. All that I know is when I woke up, the conversation felt more of a dream than reality. But the empty space on my bedside and the little not left at the side table was enough to remind me that I wasn't dreaming. That I had talked to Ryan’s grandmother and that she felt more of a friend. Her words resonated inside my mind. That rejecting my mate would have been the best option for me right now. How best to do that however is what still baffles me. Would he give me back my father? Had he already killed him?...