He begins to laugh. It turns into a hysterical sound. Dropping my sleeve, he buries his face in his hands, all the while laughing so hard that I’m beginning to feel a little offended.
“What’s so funny?” I demand. “What’s wrong now?”
“Full circle.” His back is hunched as he rests his forehead in his hands. “It all comes back full circle, doesn’t it?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The man is infuriating!
He looks up at me, and the tears in his eyes startle me. “My son and Edward’s daughter. You mated Edward’s daughter. Of all the women to choose. How did you even find her? He went to such lengths to hide her from you after what happened during the mating gathering. At least, he tried to.”
“My father hid her?” I already suspected as much, but having it confirmed is an entirel
