female Were didn’t have a motherly bone in her body.
“Who?”
He sighed at her confusion. He forgot she was only thirty years old.
“Let’s just say she isn’t the maternal type.”
“What about my father?”
“One of several donors.”
“Donors?”
“Sperm donors.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Of course. I was brewed in your lab,” she muttered. Then without warning, she yanked her hand from his grip. “Holy shit.”
Salvatore turned his head to meet her horrified gaze. “What?”
“You weren’t one of the donors, were you?”
His sudden laughter echoed through the darkness. “No, cara, I don’t have a God complex.”
“Yeah, right.”
His gaze skimmed deliberately down her slender form, allowing his searing awareness to heat the air around them.
“I didn’t create you to be my daughter, Harley. I created you to be my queen.”
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