“Figure it out after?”Loren asked carefully.
“I don’t know, get a divorce, an annulment, whatever,” Ireplied.
His jaw tilted sharply to the side.
“You will have his child.My blood will be Dalton!”Edgarproclaimed.He finished on a bellow.“It is my final legacy!”
Oh my God!
This dude was totally crazy!
I twisted to him.“Can it,Dad.”
“You insolent—”
“If you insult me again, I’ll…”
“What?”he bit.
What indeed.
I had no power.
I had nothing.
I could do nothing.
To, or more importantly,foranybody.
I closed my eyes, dropped my head, and whispered, “God, Ijust want my mom and Iwannatake her home.”
I felt it before it happened.
Fire in the room.
Nope.
An inferno.
My head jerked up.
Ansley thundered, “Loren!”
I wrapped both my hands around my throat as I watched Lorendrive Edgar to his knees, and then he picked up a heavy crystalobjetd’art, forced Edgar’s hand flat ona side table, and savagely brought the bottom of the crystal onto Edgar’s hand.
I heard bones break and cringed.
Dad-not-Dad roared with pain.
“Are we riding to release your wife and daughter?”Lorenasked.
“I’ll personally have you brought in front ofNoctorno,” Edgar threatened, pomposity still firmly inplace, but it was now edged in pain.“He will not stand for this treatment of amember of his aristocracy, no matter who you are.”
“Please do.I’ll enjoy watching you explain why you fakedyour wife’s suicide, imprisoned her with your injured daughter, hid that Ishould have been released from our contract twenty years ago, hid your otherdaughter’s existence for reasons that could only be considered nefarious, thenforced her to carry out your social climbing, and took your hand to her.InTor’s short reign, he’s been quite lenient with the abuses of power of hisaristocracy.I’m sure he’ll be heavily disappointedinme.”
Edgar was breathing through his teeth, which gave me thesense that Loren was using sarcasm to make his point.
Seemed KingNoctornowas a prettystandup guy.
