Part 2
Vivian pushed past me anyway.
That was her first mistake.
“Where is he?” she demanded, her eyes sweeping my home as if she already owned it. “Where is Samuel’s son?”
“My son is sleeping.”
“Our blood,” Derek snapped.
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Part 2
Vivian pushed past me anyway.
That was her first mistake.
“Where is he?” she demanded, her eyes sweeping my home as if she already owned it. “Where is Samuel’s son?”
“My son is sleeping.”
“Our blood,” Derek snapped.