HIS TOY
My eyes caught one of the five that stood, and unlike the rest, he stood alone at the grave staring at the ground.
Dylan Xavier.
I marched towards him, but before I could reach out to him, he called my name.
“Owen.”
“Yes,” I answered, going to stand beside him.
“It's hard to believe that your father is dead, and harder to believe that my dead cousin's daughter killed him and humiliated him-” he turned to face me, his eyes were dark and he wasn't smiling. I shuddered at the deathly expression he wore and immediately realized father's death affected someone more heavily than it did to me.
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