“It’s a pity I can’t see her face,” Torin said. “It would prove that you’re not a fool, and that she’s not a spy.”
“I’m not,” Ronan said, his patience straining at the edges, but holding.
“I’m not,” Penny said, her patience already exhausted. She’d dreamed about some day meeting her father, and this filthy, bitter man was a letdown. Penny had too many other worries; she wanted to know what had happened to her mom, wanted to know why she’d been left to rot in some dark cave, and why Ronan had kept that from her. She wasn’t going to waste her time trying to convince this man she was who she said she was. She had Ronan. She didn’t need him.
“I wasn’t there when my daughters were born,” Torin said, looking straight past Penny as if she wasn’t there, “but Tynan told me what happened. Twins,
