Betheny sniffled and looked over at Remy, a pout on her lips. "I want Father to read to me."
Sinister's gaze settled on the far wall, his hand sliding from her back as he stood. Finger tips grazing Remy's shoulder almost acidentally as he moved away.
The child squirmed, arms curling to her chest and feet kicking out, though she didn't rise, eyes still locked with Remy's.