fired his rifle into the sky

[Larkspur D'Angelo]

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One hand reached out and touched her own, resting on the small rise of her belly. He did not need to feel the still-growing life to know what it was within her. Power. Legacy. The things that Misery needed him to provide, and the things that would ensure the D’Angelo line returned to power. He looked up to her face. Suddenly, and desperately, he knew what needed done.

“Would ya leave 'em?” He asked lowly. A cold wind rushed down the mountain, twisting his messy hair in the breeze.

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