He actually shrugged then, with his shoulders. That, too, was worse.
“I don’t know what you mean by crystallized,” she said, aware that she was talking too quickly. Too nervously. “But I do know that I’m not going to—”
“I’ve heard a great deal about what you will and will not do, Cecilia,” Pascal said, a dark storm in him that she could feel all too well even without any rain. “But now it is time for me to tell you whatIwill and will not do.”
“Pascal—”
But it was too late.
His expression was raw again, but this time with a fury that scared her all the more because it was controlled.
“I will not relinquish my claim to my child,” he told her. “I will not meekly hand over custody of him. You have already stolen six years of his life from me. I can never get it back.”
Another shiver sank down her spine, edged with foreboding. She tried to say his name again, but this time nothing came out.
Too late,something inside her warned.
And she had never seen his black gaze as dark as it was then.
“I don’t see any particular reason why I shouldn’t take him for the next six years, Cecilia,” he said, far too calmly. “Just to make it fair.”