Epilogue
“No!” the little voice said stubbornly.
“Violet Cora Jefe!” the deep voice growled menacingly. “You come out of there right now.
“No!” Violet said as her lower lip began to tremble.
“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” Kordon begged as his gut twisted.
A loud sob filled the air as two-year-old Violet burst into tears at her father’s stern tone. Her short strawberry blonde curls bounced as she wailed as if her little heart was broken.
“Kordon!” Two female voices called out at the same time.
“Come on, Violet. You are going to get daddy into trouble with both Mommy and Grand-Madue,” Kordon begged his sobbing daughter. “You can wear your pants. I promise.”
The dark green eyes of his mate stared up at him in a younger version, but it was still enough to make him catch his breath. “No
