AceAlice in Wonderland. My mother had loved the story, and my father had surprised her with the fresco. Tenderness was not a trait I associated with my father, but he had felt it. For her, at least. It was almost as though I never knew that version of him though, and in a way, it was sad.My father pulled out the chair beside him. “Cyn.”Fuck. The only other empty seat stood at the foot of the table, as far from her as physically possible, her footsteps dragged, and I had to nudge her forward. As the guests watched, I sat her down between my father and Duke and, hands fisted, I walked to the empty chair and took it. Cyn's eyes met mine, and I burned my warnings in the look that passed between us, knowing she wouk heed none of them.Servers began to pour wine, and conversation flowed. I watched the lecherous eyes of both my brother and father consume her. She remained between them, eyes on her plate, her face tense as she pulled her arms tighter to herself. I had come to know those li
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