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2022-03-09 20:01:34“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” — Sun Tzu, The Art of War
LILY’s POV
There is no point arguing with Rose. It’s like talking to a brick wall. I don’t want to risk another innocent life either. One doctor’s death was enough, the thought of Dr Chase’s grieving grandfather is more than enough to stop me from pressing on with the paternity test.
I close my eyes briefly and pinch the bridge of my bode between my thumb and index finger. Ian comes out of the room and leans against the corridor wall next to where I stand. He does not speak, he merely places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
We stay like that for a very long time before Ian finally speaks. “So what next?”
I sigh. “We wait, we wait for Kane to truly awaken.”
*****
The wait is a long one. Days tu
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