Liam Swallow lay in bed, the closed eyes panting for breath; he had never experienced such an infuriating turn of events in his life. Throughout his life, things had run smoothly, and everyone around him protected him.
He felt like he had used an entire lifetime of anger today.
"I will never let you enter my crew again," he said with his eyes closed, "Abigail Moore, get the hell out of here, I never want to see you again."
There was a short silence in the room before the woman laughed softly.
"Uncle Swallow is truly well-mannered, even when he's so angry, he can still be so polite." Her voice was mocking, her silky-smooth, and crisp voice carried a hint of enchantment, "Uncle Swallow, do you still want to acknowledge your real daughter? "Abigail said, laughing. "How can you do it? Do you dare?"
All of a sudden, Liam Swallow opened his eyes and looked at Abigail Moore in disbelief, "You know..."
