Jessi Whitman argued, "Dad, by what rights are you asking me to kneel?"
Without a word, her father gave a swift kick to her knees, "You kneel when told to kneel, stop talking back!" He showed no mercy with his kick. Jessi fell onto her knees with a thud. The contact between her delicate knees and the gravel-laden ground made her wince in pain. "Dad, have you lost your mind? Why are you asking me to kneel? God, my knees hurt so bad. Help me up."
At that moment, a pleasant male voice spoke from behind Mr. Whitman, "Mr. Whitman, seems like your daughter doesn't really want to kneel."
Jessi raised her head and found herself locked with Caleb's captivating eyes. For a moment, she was mesmerized. She had never seen such a handsome man before. His face resembled a meticulously carved work of art that made one wonder if such a man really existed in this world.
"No, no, that's not true."
