Her punishment

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"He's hiding something from me. I know it. I can feel it in my guts. I don't know what it is, but I have to find out. I should find out." Luther rasped with a resounding worried tone.

He couldn't hold it in. Ever since his visit to the Packhouse yesterday and his brief encounter with Arlo, he couldn't help his worried feelings.

All he wanted was to see the child. If he was going to kill the child off soon, he should as well know what he looked like. But Arlo wouldn't let him in.

He had seemed too defensive than was normal. For a child he recently adopted, Arlo had acted way too sentimental in his defense. Like he had some intense bond with the child.

That was crazy. No one would easily have such a bond with another. Except the bond was innate. Except it naturally existed.

But then, that would imply a lot of things. Either Arlo was the real father of the child, and had some mistress or breeder somewhere, or Jordy…what?

No, that part made no sense.