Lara observed the tall man for a while. Nathaniel, he said.
She didn't think he would say a fake name, so she decided to believe him.
«Dead? Dead to you?» he murmured, wondering about the pups' dead father.
Was he too fierce that night? Why did Lara hate him as much as to consider him dead?
He tilted his head, looking for any trace of antipathy. Yet, his woman didn't even flinch.
She stared back, waiting for him to turn on his heels and leave. Too bad it wasn't going to happen.
«Do you think I wouldn't recognise my own blood?» he commented.
Lara took a step back, surprised.
«I don't know what you are talking about,» she chuckled, tense.
«You might have forgotten me, but I remember every single detail of you. You've visited my dreams many times during the last six years. Yet, every time, I would wake up alone and miserable.»
