Desiree’s POV
“Hello, my little Binder,” the voice rumbled through her lips. “Thank you for the bridge. It's so much easier to find you when you've already tied yourself to me.”
I instinctively shift back as I stared at Celine who now has her palms pressed against the bars like she wanted to jump out and get on me.
The thought alone made the hair in my body rise up.
“You have your mother's eyes,” the dual voice whispered, the deep, masculine resonane of Elias vibrating through the place. “but you have your father's hunger. I can feel it, Desiree. Hiding deep under that pretty Luna mask.”
“My father?” I breathed in a whisper as I suddenly started to be interested in his words. I knew nothing of him, only the stories of a rogue who had vanished before I was born with no f*****g trace
