He refused to feel threatened by some little girl throwing a tantrum. Without context it was still clear enough that something awful had taken place here and he frowned. That frown turned to shock as she continued and his heart lurched almost out of his chest. Stomach drop, lungs winded, full on shocking blow.
"You must have me confused with another," Rhysand finally said in a quiet chill. "Maybe from another time or place. I've been told that happens...Katherine and I are mated, but we have no child here." Not yet. The man then took a few steps closer as the talons of his mind powers brushed against her thoughts. Proof of his words passed by in images. There was no child. They were young in their life of love. Wild adventures through doors. Lazy nights under stars.
Yet finally he looked her over appraisingly and questioned. "We have a daughter?" And his heart swelled with joy.