What exactly was a father?
Claire found herself pondering the term, which had become increasingly fuzzy and complicated. Was it the man who once cradled her in his arms and called her his princess? Or was it the man who had nearly sold her to a monster?
Or perhaps it was neither.
This was the second time Lucien had come to her rescue, and as she sat in his car, her nerves were still rattling from the ordeal.
The pain in her heart seemed sharper this time around, and she struggled to contain it.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly turned her head away, unwilling to let Lucien see her vulnerability.
A tumult of emotions—heartache, indignation, rage—flooded through her.
Out of nowhere, she found herself asking, "What will you do with that man?"
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