Both four-year-olds carry an alarming amount of memories from their past lives, memories that concern me by the violent emotions they provoke in both nephilim. Yes, they’re young and relatively harmless, but what will happen once they grow into teenagers and take this violence out on their peers? On your children?” “Who?” Eve’s voice was lighter than the warm breeze twisting the long strands of her black hair. She hadn’t been told . . . “Who?” she repeated, this time spearing me with her intent hazel eyes. “Who did we lose four years ago, Eve?” She frowned, but then her eyebrows jolted up.
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