Page 119 of A Tempest of Thieves
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“My lovely, Brianna, this is my son, Ryker,” my father said.
The woman gave a small curtsy while still holding my father’s hands. When she rose, he released her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, milord,” she told me.
When she lifted her head to look at me again, it felt like a horse kicked me in the chest as everything came to a screeching halt. Those brown eyes…
Holy shit!
A memory of eyes just like them swam before me, and I finally realizedhowI knew her, but it wasn’therI knew.
It was herfather.
The only similarity between them were those eyes, but I had no doubt who this woman was. My father grinned at me as he moved to stand beside Leo’s daughter.
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