“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.
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