I wonder if he will break the silence. I am not afraid of him but the desire to know his motives is bothering me. Why did he bring me here?
What am I missing?
“Elina, have you given any more thought toLe lien eternel?” he asks me casually, as though it’s not one of the most important things I will ever consider. “I won’t even ask you to turn if you don’t want to. You can produce Devereaux heirs as a human.”
“Laurent,” I respond.
“What?”
“They wouldn’t be Devereaux heirs, they would be Laurent,” I tell him, defiance in my tone. “You aren’t a Devereaux—that name came from the male line. You have your father’s name. I saw the family tree.”
“Ah, but won’t they?” He smirks at me, a secretive smirk, one I very much don’t like. I saw the bloodlines, he isn’t a Devereaux. Noe and Sabine Devereaux gave that name to their children, and when Seraphina was bound to Mathis, her line became Laurent.
“I’m tired of these games, Nicolas. Say what you want plainly or let me go.”
“I want you, dear Elina.” He stares at me intently. “But for tonight, you may go. I would implore you to consider my offer though, my kindness only holds out for so long.”
When we arrive back at my room, there is a file lying on top of the books I left open on the desk. In bold black letters, across the front, it says ‘Baby Girl Devereaux’. Opening the file slowly, I look at the first page and gasp.
