Chapter 34: _ Luis is a Victim
"One month?" my father repeated, his brows knitting together as if I had asked for an eternity instead of a measly thirty days.
"Axel, one month is a lot of time. What are you even hoping to achieve with it? Rosa’s been waiting long enough, and I will not tolerate this stalling."
"Papá, please," I said, throwing in just the right amount of exasperation and sincerity to tug at his pride.
"One month is nothing in the grand scheme of things. If I find my mate, it’s fate. Isn’t that what you always say? That destiny knows best? But if I don’t, fine. Rosa, it is. But at least let me try." I clasped my hands in fake supplication, tilting my head slightly for dramatic effect.
I watched his lips twitch, the cogs in his head visibly turning as he mulled it over. For a second, I thought he was going to dismiss me outright, but then he sighed.
"Fine. One month. But after that, Axel, I will hear no excuses. No stories. You’ll marry Rosa and put an end to this foolishness. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal," I said, my lips twitching into a falsely obedient smile.
I’d barely gotten the words out before he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving behind the scent of his aftershave—something sharp and citrusy that always made my nose itch.
As soon as he was out of earshot, I let out a long dramatic hiss, dragging my hand down my face. "At least I’ll have enough time to pack my bag and slip away before anyone notices," I muttered.