*Dimos*
It's wrong for me to resent my father for coming here to draw comfort from Henry, and yet I do. Even if he has never bedded her, I have known her gentle touch, her concern, her worry. I have been comfortable enough with her to break down in her presence. I have never seen myself shed a tear, a man who ridicules anyone who doesn't appear strong at all times.
I toss the photograph onto the desk, get up, and stride to the window that looks out on the garden where last night two men were skulking about. I originally suspected that other Alphas might be involved, but not as many as those photographs hint at. Four hundred years ago, perhaps. But today we are civilized. Although at the moment, I feel anything but. "I would just be guessing, and I don't really see that it makes any diffe
