Speak Of The Devil Emily’s POV I stepped out of the room after dinner, trying to find a spot for my escape. I found it, opened the door, and walked in. Inside was a computer, and by the sides were bookshelves. I could tell it was an office. Everything was in place from the arranged files, rolling seats, and the quietness. My legs moved further towards the bookshelf. One book got my interest, and I picked it up, and a piece of paper fell, and I looked down. I bent to pick it up and turned it to see a familiar face. It was…Cole. My stomach twisted. The same eyes and smile but he was younger, maybe six. “Don’t touch that.” I jumped, turning, my heart racing. Lucious stood behind me. How long had he been standing there? He walked towards me and took the picture, kept it inside the book, and placed it back on the shelf. I was curious. My heart was racing wildly. “Who is he?” I asked softly. “My son.” My heart stopped. I whispered, taking a step back. “Cole?” He cocked his he
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