When Andreas said those words, she meant them.
"Get her out of where?" Diego laughed. "This is where she would live until the birthing of the heir. Then she can die for all I care."
"The birthing of the heir?" Andreas tried to stand up but the chains around her ankles held her down firmly. "What does that even mean. You think you can make me scared? I'm not scared of you Diego."
"You shouldn't be scared of me," he laughed. "You should be scared of the things I can do. Terrible things señorita."
"You might be able to harm me," Andreas said. "But you can not harm your own children. They're innocent."
"My child," he replied patting the eight year old Andreas on her head. "The other one's a bastard."
