I stare at him and just take him in. His eyes were firmly fixed on the road while his hands gripped the steering wheel. He sat up straight, which looked uncomfortable by the way. It’s almost like he had a ramrod instead of a spine.
“Why would I do that, Alec?” I ask, leaning against my chair. “You didn’t want her, remember? You almost killed her. So why would I let you anywhere near my daughter?”
He sighs, as if he already knew that I would be difficult about this: “She’s my daughter too.”
“You seem to have selective amnesia. You clearly told me that you wouldn’t allow your child to be born by a w***e. That w***e being me. So what has changed since then, hmm? Is it finding out we are mates? Is it finding out that I wasn’t in the wrong?”
He remains quiet. His eyes briefly scanned my fac
