“That after you hand me over to the Ascended, he’ll just give up and move on? That he’ll marry your great-niece after your daughter—” I cut myself off before exposing what Shea had really done. Withholding that wasn’t for his sake. Gods, no. The desire to see his face when he learned the truth of what his daughter had done savagely burned through me, but I stopped out of respect for Casteel—for what he’d had to do. Alastir stared at me, his jaw tight. “You would’ve been good for Casteel, but you never would’ve been my daughter.” “Damn straight,” I said, my nails digging into my palms.
Poppy sure as hell ain’t some back stabbing bitch like your daughter Shea
