"I knew you'd come," he said, and the certainty in his voice grated on my nerves. He knew l was going to dance to his tune, always.
I didn't answer. What was there to say? He didn't deserve an answer, not after everything he'd put me through. Not when he did to my daughter.
He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "If you're going to come with an attitude like that, Faith," he drawled, "it seems you're not really willing to get your daughter back."
I forced my lips into a smile "Is that okay?" I asked, my voice sweet as poison.
His eyes, dark and knowing, held mine. He stepped a little closer, and I instinctively stiffened. "It's okay," he said, his gaze lingering on my face. "Because I actually like you. That's why I'll let it slide."
My fake smile vanished, replaced by
