Forty
Murdoch took a sip of ice-cold water. The liquid slid down his throat, bringing cooling relief and sharpening his senses.
He couldn’t have planned things better.
Murdoch smiled. She was getting sassy. He liked that.
There was a pause.
Murdoch stroked his chin. Best to deal with this sooner rather than later.
There was no reply to this, and Murdoch smiled. As intelligent as his girls were, their logic couldn’t contend with emotions, and Enya didn’t understand exactly what he had put Kesia through.
There was silence as Enya contemplated this. It would have been easier if Murdoch could have told her about Kesia’s previous life, but that might have led to…issues. Murdoch considered his girls as beings reborn, and he didn’t need confusion over their pasts clouding their judgeme
