Valka
For a long time, I don't move. I just stare at Lucien. "You can't be serious. That is Rafael's daughter--"
He cups my cheeks. He does this every time I am this close to losing my cool. He tracks every movement of my eyes with his. "I know that--"
I jerk my chin from his warm hands. "If you did, if you understood the gravity of the situation, you would have spoken to me about it first. Asked me if I was fine with it. You plan on riding out and returning with the child of a man that tortured me. You will bring her here and I will see her everyday and remember..." My voice breaks off.
