Chapter Two: Daddy"Why does she call you that," he asks when they're finally alone.
Well, not completely alone. the creature is asleep in his lap, curled up like a mass of white feathers swept up in a pile on his torso. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she's sleeping soundly.
"It was a joke," the man bristles. "She imprinted on me and the other scientists joked about me being her-" he shrugs. "She heard it and it stuck. It's the only word she knows other than 'No'."
"So she's not your actual child?" Damian asks and is relieved by the look of horror that flashes across the man's expression. He had thought there was something he missed, that they'd kidn*pped an actual child and experimented on her- that he had volunteered his child to be experimented on. A dozen horrifying scenari
