Once she was settled in the carriage, nestled between Charlie and Ethan, Violette felt some of the tension drain out of her body. With a protective man on either side of her, pressed close to her, his hand in hers, she felt that she was no longer in danger.
As the carriage moved along the dark streets, she looked at her father whose face was just visible in the lamplight.
“Papa,” she said, “Will you please explain to me now what you wanted to tell me?” She looked at him, feeling hopeful. She’d always believed her father didn’t care about her. Her heart gave a small twist. She had believed for so long that her father didn’t love her and yet, just a short time ago, he’d been prepared to kill a man in order to protect her. “I would really like to know what happened with you and Maman.”
Pap
