"You can't mention Marcus's name?" Angela finally asked, her brows deepened as she tried to scare her a little.
The horror that covered Seraphina's face said it all. She felt shame rushing all over her. Marcus was Angela's father, and she knew Angela would be mad if she found out.
"I am not," Angela said quickly, already reading her thoughts. "Why will I be mad? I am just worried about you falling in love with him. Does that man look like someone who wants to be loved by anyone?"
Seraphina sighed, shifting to the edge of the couch. Her voice was soft but steady. "He wants to be loved by you... that I am sure of. Marcus loves you so much, and I can see it. He might be confused, but deep down he wants things to work between you two. He wants to make up for the time he lost with you. It's not his fault you were separated from him, but he keeps punishing himself for it."
