My hackles are raised. The sheer nerve of Rosabel, demanding to see the son that she betrayed. Lightning's protective fury sizzles through the link, and she doesn't even know the latest.
Lamant is immovable. "Rosabel. The boy's wounds are fresh and he has had to bear too much. Surely you can extend some motherly love and kindness. Give him time."
Rosabel scoffs. "I have been apart from him for weeks. I tire of waiting."
Not taking a hint, are we?
Minette contains herself with calm and grace. "It must be a terrible ache to be separated from your only child. What can we do to bring the two of you together?"
Rossa interjects, impatient. "The boy has been made soft by his father. He needs a firmer hand."
My teeth grind so hard that both of them can probably hear it loud and clear. The idea of Hans getting "a firmer hand" from this vile human being makes my blood boil.
Tactfully, Minette says, "I'm sure we can make him see reason. Lamant?"
