Alpha Vikron
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“Bold of you to show up here tonight,” Ultima Rawson’s deep voice filled the room, his back turned to Vikron as he gazed into the night, a glass of red wine in one hand.
Vikron cleared his throat before speaking. “I needed to have a word with you, Father.”
Ultima Rawson swiveled his head and faced him. His mood shifted instantly, from irate that Vikron had requested to see him to unreadable, as if daring to call him ‘Father’ had crossed a line.
They shared the same features. Their grey hair cascaded at the same sides. But Ultima Rawson saw no trace of himself in the young man. Instead, he saw his damn reflection, a younger version, but still his reflection.
“Does a father not recognize his son when he sees one?” Ultima Rawson drawled, his thick northern acc
