From Arina's POV He stood in front of me, concerned in his eyes. I suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed but my father was right. I needed him to know. Taking a deep breath I looked at him as tears fell from my face "The last time I was in this room was when my mother, Eleni, beat me half to death." I looked up at Alexandre. "This is my room," I said in a low and timid voice. Alexandre's expression never changed, anger written all over it, his ocean blue eyes now onyx indicating that D'Artagnan was now present. I could feel my heart racing as I waited for Alexandre's response. I was sure he was going to lash out in anger, but instead, he reached out and hugged me tightly. His embrace was all I needed to feel safe and secure. I hugged him back, not wanting him to let go, he slowly pulled away, still holding my hand as he turned to face my father. "This place will burn when we are done." My father nodded in agreement. Alexandre cleared his throat and gestured toward the stairs. Our
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