“Silly, I don’t mean the man who sired me.” She giggled and I frowned as Father’s footsteps approached and he stood over me too. “Clara has that little nickname for me,” Father said mildly like that wasn’t weird as fuck.
“Hate dances a fine line with love more often than not. Fix it, Darius. Then if I really can find a way to give you another chance at fate, you’ll both be ready to make a different choice.”
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