“In for a penny, in for a pound, as my sainted mother used to say,” Sean told Pax, chuckling under his breath. “Or might have, if I’d ever known her.”
He was given up to an adoption agency when he was a newborn, and adopted six months later by a wealthy couple who had more money than common sense. After realizing having him around interfered with their social and traveling lives, they hired one nanny after another to take care of him. By the age of ten, he realized he was just another possession to them. Something—and he did feel like a thing—to be brought out on special occasions to show their friends what nice people they were to have adopted this ‘Poor, sweet boy’ and given him a home.
When he was sixteen, he ran away, only to be returned home by the authorities when he was arrested a
