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The sight of Guy kneeling in front of her daughter, with his hand outstretched, his wide smile and his dark gray eyes, brought to mind the image of a lion toying with a fawn, a cat toying with a mouse, the devil toying with an angel. The image mimicked the first time Midori met Michel. He’d looked at her the same way. Not at her, but through her, to see how much he could get out of her and her talent.
Adrenaline rushed through Midori at the thought that her cub would come to danger at the hands of this predator. That Kimmei would experience the same roller coaster as her mother had. That her baby would be taken up high only to be dashed down low.
Midori was set to leap into the fray. But Guy straightened with a smile and she got a close look at what was actually in his eyes. It wasn’t
