Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law

I didn’t hesitate - my hand instinctively shot up and caught it in one clean motion.

The butler gasped. “Miss—!”

But I just smiled, twirling the blade lightly in my fingers. I looked up at Michelle, still sitting in that damn tree like a smug little queen.

“That’s a little rude,” I said calmly. “You could have really hurt someone.”

She blinked, surprised. I could tell she didn’t expect me to catch it. Her lips parted, but she quickly covered it up with a scoff.

“I don’t need to know your name,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “You won’t last till the end of the week anyway.”

I let out a soft laugh and tossed the knife up, catching it again with ease.

“Not a great way to make friends,” I said. “But I’ll give you this—it was a good throw. Fast release. Solid aim.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Name’s Jasmine,” I added. “Might want to remember it. I’m not that easy to scare off.”

She didn’t reply. Just leaned back against the tree trunk with her arms crossed, staring at me like she was trying to figure me out.

The butler looked like he might pass out. His eyes were wide as he turned to me.