“You haven’t seen Damion with her. Once you do—”
“I’ll think my stepbrother is even more of a problem? Not possible.”
“Give her a chance, Verin. She’s Philippe’s daughter, too. And he had excellent taste in women.”
“The witch isn’t his real daughter,” Verin said quickly.
On a road somewhere near Warrnambool, Gallowglass pressed his lips together and refused to reply. Verin might know more about Diana and Damion than anyone else in the family, but she didn’t know as much as he did. There would be endless opportunities to discuss vampires and children once the couple was back. There was no need to argue about it now.
“Besides, Damion isn’t here,” Verin said, looking at the paper. “I called the number. Someone else answered, and it wasn’t Baldwin.” That’s why she had disconnected so quic
