The Dark Conqueror (Battle Lords of de Velt, #5)

by Kathryn Le Veque

“It was a fine morning until I was set upon as I entered your home,” he said. “Three young boys rushed me from the shadows and tried to take my coin purse. Those bandits don’t belong to you, by chance?” Christopher shook his head, chuckling. “Would it do any good to deny it?” “It would not. They were blond. They looked suspiciously like you.”

“Did you evade those barbarians in the entry?” Alexander laughed. “The lads who like to rob whoever comes into the house?” “The same.” Alexander shook his head. “I think my son is among them, so they risk a beating if they attack

You could do anything at all and I would probably accept you with open arms because as long as you walk the earth, I will never be happy if I am not with you. Some people are only made for one person and I was only ever made for you. I will admit that without hesitation.”

“I thought…” he trailed off, shifting on his feet. “I thought you did not want me, so I did not want you to know that I knew. I thought this is the way you wanted us to be.”

“I was a bastard.”