“I know,” Morgan replied, trying to come to terms with his own reflection.
How could he have overlooked such a thing? He supposed for a brief moment that his looks held no value. The pain held in his heart kept him half alive and even that was killing him if he was being honest with himself. Gwyn’s timing couldn’t have been better. If he didn’t stop the madness, Morgan wondered just what he would be to them now.
“Morgan?” Nina questioned next.
Her voice seemed too soft for even her. It caught the room by surprise and all eyes certainly flew back to where she barely stood.
“Is it really you?”
Morgan nodded slightly, careful of the inquisitive look she gave him in return.
“You certainly didn’t inherit Dylan’s baby face.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Gwyn spoke up, undeterred by it all. “That
