[Rynthall Estate—Continuation]
She whipped around toward the door, crimson eyes wide with determination. "MAMA! We can't leave Papa! We need to stay! We have work to do!"
Across the room, Silas leaned back in his mini chair like a king claiming victory after years of exile. He looked far too smug for a man who had nearly been banished from his daughter's good graces.
"HAH! A VICTORY!!!" he declared to no one in particular.
But his triumph was short-lived.
"MAMA…" Elysia's voice trembled with the power of a war horn. "…I WANT A BROTHERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
The words rang through the hall like a scandal waiting to explode.
Silas froze. Oh no. Oh no no no. His blood turned to ice. If Elysia said that to Lucien—he was doomed. Instinct kicked in. He practically launched himself across the room like a man running from an assassin.
"ELYSIA! SWEETHEART!" he called, voice cracking with desperation. "WAIT, WAIT, COME HERE TO PAPA!"
