He didn’t know that woman at all. He only knew Cone’s daughter. The former Princess Danika. The present Slave Danika. He didn’t know this woman. Who was she?
For the first time, new questions came to his mind. Can I draw strength from her? Can I keep her close? Let her in? Can she help me like she helped Remeta? Does she have the power to face my demons? The questions were so unbidden. So forbidden. But they were there.
She is the daughter of a monster. The thought filled his mind. The notion came with pain and bitterness. Resentment he had nurtured for years.
“Get up,” he ordered.
She got up like he instructed. Standing upright, she stood close to him. The way he watched her, she didn’t know what he was thinking. He looked mighty angry; his brows showed he was deep in thought. The ang
