Forty-Six
Just days before the wedding, Hans took them to the private airstrip north of the Towers. Confused and concerned that he was still thinking the worst about the twins, Callum remained anxious as he stood in front of them while holding his son. While his father breaking his word was not a common occurrence, he was hell-bent on protecting those who had come to mean so much to him. Raising his eyes, he glanced over at his godfather, who was walking over to them. Pressing his head to his son’s, he said, “You remember these guys, right?” “Si, Signor Wilson and Misye Fennec,” Phoenix replied. Damien stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with disbelief: “Did… did your boy just speak Creole?” Amused, Callum laughed as he replied, “He wanted to learn about your cultures after I explained where yo
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