“Ask me anything, but that.” The look in his eyes as they meet mine is so full of torment and sorrow. “If I tell you, you’ll hate me forever, cub. Say the word, and I’ll confess every dark sin of mine to you. Just not that one.” I take his face into my hands and press my forehead to his. When my father was murdered, I was too shaken up to think about anything at all. But after some time, as I lay awake in my bed, waiting in vain for my demon to return, thinking was the only thing I could do. That call he received the last time we were together. The way my father was killed—one shot to the
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