THE SECRET GAME OF LOVE
At the center of it all, six-month-old Apollo Kian defied every biological rule written by science, history, or nature.
To look at him was to witness an apex predator in miniature.
It was mid-morning, and the sunlight cutting through the high windows cast long, golden stripes across the polished pine floorboards. In the center of the open-air living zone, Apollo sat cross-legged on a heavy rubberized mat. He appeared physically as a sturdy, exceptionally coordinated toddler of perhaps two or three years old, his limbs dense with coiled muscle, his dark hair falling over a forehead marked by an alert, razor-sharp intelligence.