92 “I don’t think I want to be your son.”

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The room went deathly silent. He looked up at Celeste and saw the pain in her eyes. Although he was angry with her, he didn’t like seeing so much pain in her eyes. “Come Triam. Let’s go to sleep and give them a minute to talk,” Mae walked to the bed and reached for her son. Triam lifted his arm, and she picked him up. She gave Vicker’s arm a comforting squeeze before she walked out of the room, leaving them there. “I think we should go downstairs and talk,” Cassia said, pulling his brother along. They walked out. Maximus got to his feet. He resisted the urge to comfort Celeste, even though it was killing him to watch her like that. When he left the cave, he wanted nothing more than to hate her. To blame her for everything that happened between them. But he realized he was also responsi

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