Meet your Maker! Muahah-cough-

[Ahren de le Poer]

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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST



THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED

_____ Ahren’s eyes opened, dark with a second shadow, but there was no malice. Had his son answered anything less, he would have turned on the chocolate male without a thought. The battle he was living was constant, and he had no alternatives—he had to protect Jasper now, before anything else happened. Gabriel was a warrior, and able to protect his clan and himself. Jasper was not. It did give him a small amount of pleasure to see how protective of the boy Laurent was, and he managed a half-smile. “I have no quarrel with it,” he said, flicking ash from the cigarette. “As long as you both stand on equal ground.” There was a soft, unspoken warning about the others, but Ahren made no open signs of such. “You should have warned me, kid,” he said, giving his son a glance. “We could have at least made dinner plans.”




I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

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