A child will rehearse one sentence for a week, if it is the one he has been waiting for."Finn's POVI did not mean to listen.I want that recorded, in the interest of accuracy. I was in the east corridor at half past ten on Friday morning, on my way to a meeting I had already decided to be late for, when I heard Cole's voice through the playroom door, pitched low, in the particular tone a child keeps for things that matter."My dad is Finn Steyne."I stopped walking.A pause. The rustle of something plush being rearranged."My dad is Finn Steyne, Alpha of Thorn ..." A breath. "Thornmere. Thorn. Mere. Thornmere."The door stood open about the width of a hand. I did not look through it. I put my shoulder to the wall beside the frame and stayed exactly where I was, and I let the sound reach me the way water reaches a stone."No, Gerald," said Cole sternly. "You have to say it properly. Everybody asks. Ilse asked me on Sunday."I knew Ilse. The cook's daughter, six years old, fearless, t
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