![]() ![]() Sirena, and now Jamila, knew its location. He couldn’t take her back to West India Quay. Two days after their argument, he moved his mother to the home he kept in South Africa, and torched the cage in Panama. While he couldn’t fix the problem he’d created, he could certainly burn the reminder of it. Anytime he entered a room, she vacated it. Nicola, his to taste and touch, to feed his yearning for affection. His mother.his to torment, to feed his need for vengeance. If he had, he could have continued on with his life, just the way it was. He should have kept the two women separated now and forever. ![]() He never should have wanted Nicola to learn about his mother. You’re filled with a toxin of your own making,” she said, and then she walked out of the room. You’re wounded inside, and those wounds are festering. “All along we thought I was the one in need of healing, but it’s you. You’ll have to live with whatever you do, and we both know you can’t do that.” No one will be hurt by what I do to my mother.” He had to make her understand his position. ![]() The dread left him, too, leaving only despair and desperation. ![]() We realized we couldn’t hurt the pair of them the way he had hurt us.” She continued softly, “His wife answered the door. Koldo listened, dread replacing the anger. ![]()
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