as Caleb? Was this some child he'd had with another w

r with a mixture of

a stern-faced man named Mr. Fin

t that seemed to swallow his thin frame. He had a mop of dark, silky hai

the air left her lungs

Mase'

se, the same mouth, the same stubborn chin. But this boy was thinner, paler, an

. Mase's twin. The son she had mourned for seven years. An ins

ant step towards him, then seemed to think b

crossed Barrett's face. It was a softness, a protective i

s side, and Barrett placed a gentle ha

nna. His voice was firm, a command.

s no recognition, no flicker of connection. Only the

ad flared in Jenna's chest. The grief and anger came roaring back

of Mase slipped out before she could stop it. "I don't know where

a meaningless sound he didn't even register. All he heard was he

ge. "Acting?" he sneered. "You can look

wrist, his grip like a steel manacle, and yanked her forward. W

gainst him, a hot wave of sha

m was the pale, silvery line on he

oice was a low snarl as he point

n so profound that it snapped something inside

e wrenched her free hand back

h his cheek was a sharp, clean crack

solute, rin

red handprint was already blooming on his chisel

ng, her eyes blazing with a mi

The shock in his eyes was gone, replaced by something dark and t

won't listen to reason, we'll use science." He looked pas