s Mrs. Gable's worried calls faded down the hallway
times the size of his and his mom's entire apartment. But it was cold and steril
n computer programming and introductory finance. A wave of pity for his unknow
he room, his movements quiet and methodic
der a row of identical gray suits, wa
e'd seen about the famous Damien Sterling. He tried Damie
en, on a hunch, he typ
in the closet. The s
welry. There was only a single,
center of the room and sat cross-l
s stone. The woman beside him was his mother, Eleanor. She wore a beautiful gown, but her eyes we
his mother's face. His eyes burned with unshed tears. He
incubators. Under one, a neat label read 'Leo.' Under t
father. And he was the reason his mother had t
about his father. But he once happened to see
ands were clenched into tight fists, his childish features harden
r from outside, vibrating through
vy curtains. He watched the tall, imposing figure of Damien S
e handle turned, then rattled when it found the lock. There was
ng a chill into the room with him. His sharp, penetratin
er than Cody expected, an attempt
rossed his arms over his ches
room, his patience already wearing thin. "The ki
hand to place o
epped, moving with a speed that surprised them both. He tur
, steady, and utter
h me, Damie
respect, made Damien's hand freeze in mid-air. His fac
evered and feared his father. He would never,
es narrowing as he studied the boy bef
ated by the man's size and power. A small, m
ation of war, each word
ake me
ed to crystallize, fragi
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