“A daughter,” I repeat. My mind finally catches up, creating an image of a young girl with curly blonde hair and big eyes like her mother. The two of them alone? No, I don't like it. It doesn't sit well with me at all. “Hire her for The Den.” The words slip out before I can hold them back. Where is her mate? Who would leave a human woman alone with a child in a sanctuary city for supernaturals? What the fuck was he thinking? He obviously wasn't. He must be dead. I convince myself there's no other option. No man would willingly leave his woman and young. He must no longer draw breath. I feel
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