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J'adore ground his teeth as she spoke. How could any father treat their child like an object? His brain conjured up and image in his mind, voice actually. Of his father telling his sister to leave. He could hear his mother wailing away in the background and a voice much like hers, but younger begging for forgiveness. The idea soured his mind. In truth he had never met his sister, but if his father had ever even considered it it would create a loss of respect for him. In all actuallity he would never expect something as disgusting from his father. From what Leon had told his, he love his little girl. How J'adore wished he could meet her, and his other brother. He had never had siblings growing up and he was ever so jealous of Leon for hat he had.
The woman walked away, almost unnoticed by the brooding Spaniard. She was called away like a pup by her 'master'. It sickened him, but with a neutral face he looked on. 'Thank you' was the only thing he said before moving away back to his home and his mate. Safety. For now he only wanted his mates arms.