My Godfather's Secret Lover
Beside him stood Madame Celeste, her silver hair gleaming under the flashlight beams, her emerald eyes watching us with the clinical detached amusement of a scientist whose prize specimens had finally run the maze.
"Fascinating," Vance murmured, stepping toward the edge of the stone walkway. "The Genesis weight-sensor was designed as a psychological fail-safe. It required both the Alpha and the Omega to trigger it simultaneously, under extreme physical duress. I must admit, I didn't expect you to fulfill the condition by indulging in... such base, genetic imperatives."
A sick, mocking smile spread across his face. "Tell me, Arthur. Does the conditioning taste sweeter when you know she carrie