“This little head is plotting something, I can feel it,” Liam commented in a sweet and tender tone.
“Forgive me if I cannot let what she did slide,” Tatiana quipped, eyes narrowing in anger.
He shook his head negatively. “I can’t ask that of you,” he said matter-of-factly. “I am just telling you to be on your guard, always.”
His words made her heart soften and her mood brighten.
“What kind of life is this?” She then asked on a sigh.
Liam looked at her with his penetrating gaze briefly and then told her in a tone that bordered on the resigned, “It may not be the life we would have chosen for ourselves, but can we really complain?” He paused and then went on, “We lack for nothing.”
“Save for parental love,” she supplied.
It was his turn to narrow his eyes at her, “Did something
