He Can't Be Serious

Their power was not matched and even with Froy locking down the movement of her legs—Moreau could not attack from any direction.

She hoped someone would come to her aid. Hoping someone would come to give the insolent bastard right now, right here, an instant lesson. Hoping things would come to a head and be taken into consideration. Froy had crossed the line of uncertain ambition. Too bold. Crazy. And yet, not sane enough to realize it immediately. His actions were not one of many ways to get better. It was truly shameful. Moreau seemed not to want to hear when the man said again.

"When Uncle Abi held your hand in the office basement that day, I already felt very strange. It's even stranger that your mother and my uncle are married. What kind of coincidence, Moreau? Shouldn't you not be holding hands?"

"Your uncle grabbed my hand, because he probably felt you were making me uncomfortable. You've always been like that. I'm already his stepdaughter, it's only natura