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I mutter. Noah’s gaze flickers to my leg, which is bare. Thankfully someone put shorts on me, which I don’t allow myself to think too deeply into. The mark is there, right on my thigh. Why he chose there, I don’t know, but just looking at it, now that it has healed over again, and shiver. Maybe it was a dig at Cian, or maybe a warning.

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

“You’re the only person I’ve met who gets excited about albinos.” “Have you ever seen a Japanese or Asian albino?” Kaiyo asked. I paused my answer. “I have not.” “Me too. Lucas is the first albino I’ve ever seen.” Niko tugged on Kaiyo’s shirt and captured his attention. “My name is Nikolaus Jeremy Dietrich Campbell and I’m five and a half years old.” Kaiyo giggled. “That’s a long name for someone small.” “Mommy and chichi say it’s not.”

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.