"And who is your Papa, my darling girl?" the endearment, the words were coming easier as she said them, though she would never admit it. "If Aiden Sarcelles isn't who he is, and if he's not just some distant relative of ours, then who is he?" She knew that she should be revolted by the thought of this odd child, the one who belonged to the man who could very well tear Cissy and Bastan's happiness apart, and yet there was something about her quick turn from tears to joy, something very childish and damningly loveable. She wasn't going to get attached to her, even now she knew that she couldnt' keep this child, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that she could not hurt her, and unless her Papa was a threat to Cissy or Bastan, he would not be hurt either. Bella was growing soft, she knew, to cater to the wishes of a child, but there it was.