Arhan let his horse galloped at a brutal pace, his mind seething with anger and confusion. What had been going in his daughter's mind, why does she want to return to that place of horror and pain? To want the very one who had defiled her? It made no sense, and he wished that he had made Lucia talk to him, even when she seemed to need distance.
If this was what being a father was, he was failing miserably already, not two days into the relationship.
By the gods, he would wrench Lucia free of this unhealthy longing if it was the last thing he did.
His guards shouted from up ahead. They skidded to a halt, milling for a moment, confused, before Arhan saw a familiar figure, small and white. Relief surged through him as he gathered his daughter up into a tight hug, stroking back her silky hai
