It was unfortunate Gabriel had begun to see Talitha for what she was. He loved her dearly, but unlike her foolish brother, the dark wolf-coy knew what she had become. Nothing she said was taken for what it was—nothing was ever as simple as she made it seem. Gabriel studied her as best he could, listening to what he knew was the truth. The clan had shrunk terribly in these past few months.
So she carried another man’s children. It was no surprise; Gabriel suspected his daughter would take after her mother, after all. How similar they looked. The amber-eyed man grunted lightly and looked away. “I don’t suppose it matters whose they are then. You are Inferni’s first daughter, and its princess. They are clan children, ultimately, and that is all that matters.” Shifting his weight, the aging warrior looked back to the woman that had once been his little girl. “Are you taking care of yourself?”
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