~Rock-n-Roxy~

„Hast du das Bedürfnis deine Tochter für deine eigenen Vorteil zu verkaufen?“

Trevors Blick füllte sich mit Entsetzen. Er lehnte sich zurück und starrte sie fassungslos an.

„Nein! Wie kommst du auf so einen Unsinn!“

Die Empörung strömte durch jede Pore, stand greifbar im Raum.

"Dann bist du schon jetzt ein besserer Vater, als mein eigener es je war."

Translation:

Gently, she turned his head and forced him to look into her pale face. For a tiny moment, he plunged into the blue of her eyes and lost himself in that restless ocean. Trevor leaned into her touch and savored the delicate stroking of her thumb across his skin. Silence settled over them like a protective blanket, a cocoon far from the harsh reality of their undead existence. His heart leaped as if it were beating for the first time. As if true life were flowing through his veins again. Hetty's voice, heavy with emotion, broke the silence.

"Do you feel the need to sell your daughter for your own advantage?"

Trevor's gaze filled with horror. He pulled back and stared at her in disbelief.

"No! How do you come up with such nonsense!"

Outrage poured from every pore, tangible in the room.

Translation:

Cocaine now comes in fruit juice

The new Tricks of the drug cartels