around his thighs, holding as tightly as her little muscles would allow.
She was here, and he wanted her to be anywhere but
here.
“I don’t want her to watch. She’s to know nothing,”
he said.
“Of course.”
Frustration surged. He should know that voice. He
didknow that voice. It was—
Hands were prying her from him, and she cried out,
her face a mask of fear and uncertainty. He reached
down. Ruffled her hair. Soft. Precious. Every hair on
her mortal head, precious.
He would die for her.
He wasgoingto die for her.
“You will make certain she is safe, that she’s returned to her mother?” He spoke to the one directly
behind him. He didn’t turn to look over his shoulder,
because he hadn’t then, so he couldn’t now. He understood in that second that he was living a memory.
“I will make certain.”
He believed the promise. His betrayer made this
promise, and he knew he would keep it. But he
needed insurance.
“I need one phone call,” he said. “In private.”
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“Yes.”
The child was crying, great, fat tears that rolled
down her cheeks and dripped off her chin.
“Daddy loves you,” he said. “Ilove you.”
Love. Could his kind feel love? He hadn’t thought
they could. Of course, he had never thought his kind