Tin exhaled impatiently. “If we’re having this conversation here, let’s cut straight to the point so we can get somewhere safe. Crow’s your father.” Both Crow and Dorothy’s eyes widened in shock. Tin ignored the jolt of guilt their expressions sparked. “Now that we’ve got it out in the open, we need to get the hell out of the South.” “You’re my father?” Dorothy asked in a hoarse whisper. Crow nodded, his throat bobbing. Had the bastard been planning on keeping it a secret? Too bad. “You were taken from your mother and I. Once the Wizard corrected my brain and I remembered, it felt wrong to
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