“Arabella, I am your father.” Lothaire smiled down at me sadly. I couldn’t breathe. “You beat me.” Suddenly, Lothaire trembled like he was falling apart. His eye widened like he realized just who he was pleading with. Aran. The person he’d beaten and thrown objects at. The child he’d tortured. Lothaire stumbled, then slammed his head into the wall as hard as he could. He left a gaping hole. Well, now I knew where I got my anger and hitting my head from.
