Agnes
When Richard was finished laying out the plan he had conceived, I could only blink at him in shock.
“No.” Elijah’s voice was hard as steel. “You are not using my mate and daughter as decoys. That’s out of the question.”
“Elijah—” Richard started.
“No,” Elijah repeated, standing up so fast his chair toppled over against the floor with a crash. “Absolutely f*****g not. I won’t allow it.”
Richard remained calm, but his jaw was set in a hard line. “It’s the only way to accomplish our goal without killing innocent people. Maybe even children, Elijah. Do you want their blood on your hands?”
The words hit me right in the chest, where Richard knew it would hurt the most. Children. There were children in that facility, and my father wanted us to blow them all to pieces
