I froze when Alexander mentioned that.
Andre let out a whimper that sounded more like an almost animal yelp, maybe from hearing his mother’s name and anticipating fear, I don’t know. I only know that I stopped twisting my fingers in my lap, and that my eyes opened even wider. That my face practically hurt from the tension of keeping my jaws clenched so my teeth wouldn’t chatter. What was he talking about? Alexander gently released Andre’s hands and stroked his face with his palm, calming him with that simple gesture. He relaxed his tense posture a little, but he didn’t stop looking at him with that childish accusatory demand to know.
Luke narrowed his golden-green eyes and wrinkled the bridge of his nose slightly.
That gesture didn’t give me a good feeling, nor did the fierce and wounde
