Flash Friday #95: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 44-- Confrontation

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Creston's eyes glittered with joy and anger. Darman, I told myself. Uncle. He wanted to kill me because I had killed his son.

Except it wasn't that easy of an answer now.

"I'm sorry I killed your son," I began, trying to feel my way through this new problem.

"Son!" He gave a hooting laugh. "That creature was no blood of mine. I don't mate with human animals."

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