“Do you see its beauty?” Enosh lowered my toes back to the forest floor and stared down at me from the gray storm of his eyes. “The perfection of flesh and bone when in the hands of its master?” I looked up at him, barely a sliver of air left between our lips. “I see it.” When I placed my hand on his cheek, he moaned before he said, “You, my little one, were made for me.”