“She’s got the right to know, Mr. Yancey,” a deep, resonating voice drifted to her ears.
“I will not upset her with this,” her father responded heatedly. “We’ve been over this already, Joseph.”
“Dammit. I made a promise to Raven’s grandfather that I would bring her to him,” Joseph argued, his voice growing louder.
“Stop calling her that. Her name is Sophia. And I also made a promise to keep her safe.”
Sophia’s heart pounded in her ears. She wished her corset wasn’t strapped so tight. Feeling suddenly light-headed, she couldn’t catch a deep enough breath. Nothing her father or the other man said made any sense to her.
“Maybe you should ask her what she wants,” Joseph raged.
“Out of the question.”
“She’s standing right outside the door. I’m sure she’s heard enough already to wonder what’s going on. Why don’t you invite her in?”
Sophia gasped. Before she had a chance to react, the door opened in front of her. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breath, or as deep as her corset would allow. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stared up into the midnight blue eyes of Joseph Walker, and her knees buckled beneath her.