His Mate, His Son, His Regret
When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child.
Antonio steps back in surprise, not ready for the power of the boy’s magic.
“You stay away! Mommy said I don’t talk to strangers, and I don’t like you! You’re mean to Miss Harriet. Grandpa is going to beat your..” Marvel stops and looks around and, even in my pain-filled delirium, I know what he is going to say, and I want to laugh at his antics. “AZZ!” Marvel whisper-yells, then growls again.
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