Danika’s teary eyes searched his face. She didn’t understand what he meant. Her face spoke volumes about her cluelessness.
His hand went to her jaw, and he tilted her face up to stare at her. “Your father already messed with my head so much that all torture fried the sane brain cells. I have the same mind as an insane man.”
Her lashes fluttered shut and tears slipped from the sides, following the trail of the dried tears on her cheek, but his hand on her jaw shook her slightly, forcing her eyes open.
He lowered his head to her eye level. “Now, I ask you again, why are you messing with my head?”
He pulled away and took a step back, his face unreadable. “I wonder how a monster like Cone could father the woman you’re showing the world. The woman you’re trying to make me see?”
She shook
