Oliver wasn't so certain about that. He would never intentionally hurt her, but he
wasn't in control of himself during a moon full. He doubted he ever would be.
Eavesdropping wasn't something he could control either, and especial y not
when Hazel's soft lilt was anywhere in the vicinity. Blackbourne. He'd
never even heard the name. No idea who the man was. His father. Knowing the
name was a bit like bringing the man to life, making him real for the first
time ever.
Oliver ran his hands along the dark stone walls of the windowless wine cellar. The
the musty smell of the room brought back many memories, none of them
good, of the nights he spent chained up in this room. The Quess had insisted
it was for his safety, but truly it was for the safety of everyone else at
ford Park.
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