Chapter 3

"Innocent?" Lenore scoffed, stomping down hard on the back of my hand with enough force to nearly crush my bones. "Your child was a mistake from the very beginning. He never should have existed. Tristan is mine, and he always will be. No one can take him away from me, not you, and certainly not your child."

Tristan bent down with a blank face and hoisted me up off the floor like I was nothing more than a rag doll. No matter how desperately I struggled, cried, or pleaded, he didn't even flinch. His eyes were icy and downright chilling.