Cassian stepped out of the black town car with Emory balanced on his hip. Her pink cast rested against his shoulder, and her good hand was clutching the half-eaten chocolate bar she had been working on since the hospital."Remember, Daddy," Emory said, her gray eyes serious. "You promised to pick me up yourself.""I remember. I'll be here at three o'clock sharp.""Not three-oh-one. Three.""Three exactly. I promise."Mike fell into step beside them, tablet in hand, as they walked through the manicured grounds toward the principal's office. The school was impressive Cassian had made sure of that before enrolling Emory. The buildings were new, the facilities state-of-the-art, the security impeccable. After the incident with Madison, he had personally reviewed every safety protocol.Mr. Whitfield, the principal, was waiting at the entrance. He looked slightly less terrified than he had during their last encounter, but only slightly."Mr. Kingsley. Miss Emory. Welcome, welcome. Please, co
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