"Please let my papa go."
Maxen stared at Cosette blankly, noticing the utter fear in her eyes. The anger in them already disappeared, replaced with nothing but fear and helplessness.
"I will give you everything you want. Don't take my papa away from me." His grip on her other wrist loosened as Cosette pleaded something he didn't expect.
Didn't her father die a long time ago? Why was she saying this now? Maxen studied her eyes and she was dead serious.
"Papa." She looked back and rushed to Asher, hugging him as she knelt beside him. When she looked up, tears continued to roll down her cheek. "Please, don't hurt my papa anymore. He didn't go to Sharie to hurt people — let us go, please."
