His Fathers's Ring, His Son's Touch

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lights of 5th Avenue. The car had jerked to a h

where," my driver, Marcus, stammered,

own at her. She was shivering, her eyes rolling back into her head as the shock took hold. Before she lost c

s asked, stepping ou

nd cold as polished stone. "She's e

ands easily scooping her slight frame from the ground. Sh

I commanded. "We

f shadow and marble. I carried the girl through the

ood at the foot of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest. I looked

nt, Elias, my voice barely a whisper. "I've spent weeks searchi

"It took some time to verify the facial recognition

risp under my touch. The first thing I saw was a badge photo-Am

aint Jude's Psych

f the hospital. She disappeared the same night you instructed to kill her.

s. No close friends in the city. She's a vacuum, El

e hospital, and she knows far too much about the files she had come across. If she speaks, the entire Ha

we need to know wh

is in fear. If the

she has been found, and let them know I will personally oversee her 'rehabilitation' here

en bowed his head.

and left

ward, my shadow stretching across her body. I reached out, my long fingers hovering just inc

eping girl. "To run so far, only to end up back in

fell. She looked fragile, like a bird with a broken wing, but I knew better. S

"You know too much. You should've stayed h