“Will it be like that every time I see you?” Anna couldn’t help but asked.
“So, you do plan to see me again?” Abaddon asked, and Anna wasn’t sure how she felt when she heard the hope in the man’s tone.
“Answer me,” Anna insisted.
“No. Now that I know how I affect you, I can rein in my influence on you,” he said.
“My mother,” Anna said and left it at that. She didn’t want to say anymore. Anna wanted to know how Abaddon felt toward her, if Arthur had been right.
“She was my mistress, my daughter. When she became pregnant with you, she began to withdraw, to babble about giving birth to a monster.” Abaddon’s tone seemed far away, as if he were mentally reliving the past. “I tried to stop her from leaving. She told me she was going to kill the demon inside of her. She escaped before I knew
