ECHOES OF THE PAST
"You don't get to know which option I'd choose. You don't get to make choices for me because you think you understand my position better than I do."
We were shouting now, all the careful control we'd maintained through custody battle and Thorne's meeting and weeks of accumulated stress finally shattering.
The argument was interrupted by pounding on our front door. Aggressive, desperate, the kind of knocking that meant emergency.
Damian checked the security camera, then swore. "Marcus."
He opened the door and Marcus nearly fell inside. Bloodied, shirt torn, face battered. Behind him, Sarah looking shell-shocked and terrified.
"Jamie's gone," Marcus gasped. "Vampire clan. They took him maybe a
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