Page 48 of Allegiance

It brought up the most important of questions.

Had he been made?

As he sat there, hoping no one figured out the place was being surveyed, he thought about his dream. Immediately, it sent chills through his body.

It had shaken him.

Why?

Because when he woke up, he wasn’t nearly as horrified as he should be.

And that was a problem.

While he never wanted kids, and he certainly didn’t want them with Sarah, he didn’t hate the idea of Violet or a baby.

Yeah, and that made him incredibly pissy over the whole thing.

Eve had changed him.

It scared him shitless that he was even thinking that something like that was possible.

His DNA needed to stay contained. Besides, it was too late to be going there.

The only woman he felt anything for anymore, was the woman who begged him to ask her to stay, and he refused. He’d been an asshole to her too.

Dakota was a dick to everyone around him, and that was why it was so important that he left. Each day, it was getting more difficult to not be a bitter old man.

But deep down, he couldn’t help but think about the what-ifs.

What if she stayed?

What if he stopped being an asshole?

What if he searched for her?

What if she was the only way to peace?

Everything was confusing the hell out of him, and all because of a dream. There was no way any of it could be real. There’s no way she could care about him, or he’d fallen in love.

He had to be insane.

Right?

It had been so damn fast.

As he scratched the itch plaguing his wrist, the beads there felt warm, but he gave it no thought.

He also gave it no thought when a man approached and took a seat beside him on the bench. This was, after all, New Orleans.

Tourists were out and about.

“Nice weather we’re having,” he said, finally breaking the silence.

Uh-oh.

Immediately, Dakota recognized the voice as a very familiar one.

When he turned his head, he saw that he was absolutely right.

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