"What game are you playing, Ingrid?"
She stopped her steady paces on the way back to her room and twisted around to face me. "What game? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't play coy with me, Ingrid. The last time we spoke, you made it perfectly clear that you hold no affection for our daughter. Now, I step into her suite and you're all hugs and kisses with her? What's your game?"
"I just had a heart-to-heart talk with my daughter, Aiden. Is it so impossible that I could have a change of heart toward her?"
"A change of heart? After you fed her to Borys Maslen? Did you see it happen? Did you watch as he bit into her? Did you like seeing him hurt her? Did you not feel any guilt at the sight?" I began stepping toward her, backing her up until her back hit one of the walls. "What is wrong with you? Sofia is your daughter. How could that not mean anything to you?"
