Empty blue eyes searched her face. “I can’t trade that woman and her child for anything. When Cone saw I didn’t die, he started a hell fire for me. Ten years later, the hell fire hadn’t burned completely, so he took Remeta from her mother—from me—and damaged that little girl badly.”
Tears streamed down Danika’s eyes, and she didn’t try to hide them.
Scrutinizing eyes still held hers. “And today, I stared at that girl and saw traces of a girl she would have been if disaster didn’t befall us all upon her birth. Bright, beautiful, and so smart. It made me wonder how Danika, the only daughter of King Cone, could reach into that girl’s tormented heart and soothe it.” Then he added, “Is it possible that a devil can father an angel? Or did he father a devil who’s pretending to be an angel?”
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