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Unburying Sasha
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I knew something was up with Sydney several months ago when he sat in my sitting room looking so stern and withdrawn after our battle with Gabriel.
Now, I see why he was acting that way. Now, I finally understand.
He’s standing next to Sarah’s bedside holding his son. I almost can’t believe it, but I always knew the Goddess was going to bless Sydney with all the riches he tried to avoid.
A radiantly beautiful mate. A perfect, golden child. A boy. His heir. Healthy and strong.
The image of them together as I walk into the room is flawless. But there’s a crack in the perfect picture. I can see it in Sarah’s violet eyes–such a strange color. I can see it written all over Sydney’s face as he places a protective hand on Sarah’s shoulders.
They’re afraid of what comes next.
Sasha. I remind myself her name is Sasha. This woman is Att
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