I had never once refused my daughter the right to be loved by him.
“You’re safe now, little one,” he murmured.
“No one will ever hurt you again.” Then his eyes lifted, and the warmth went out of them.
“I asked a question.
Who hit my granddaughter?”
Declan’s arm shot out, pointing at Seraphina.
“Her!
It was her!
I had no idea she’d raise a hand to the child, sir, I swear — I’m as horrified as you are—”
Poppy’s small voice cut through it, clear and terrible.