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The Father’s Betrayal-5
I wrap chilled fingers around a large mug of cinnamon milk. It’s hot and frothy, deliciously fragrant and spicy, and so…. in-season…. My Master sits across the small table from me, his eyes fixed on my face. It’s a little disconcerting. “Sure you’re alright?” he says. “Yes, I am. Ben turning up like that unsettled me. But this is lovely.” “The milk?” “That, yes, but….” I wave an arm around the cafe…. “I meant all of this. The lights. The Christmas tree. The decorations….” I take a sip of the milk then suck at scalded lips. “…. Everything. I love it.” He smiles and traces the line of my cheek with a fingertip. “It’s the first time we’ve had a Christmas, isn’t it. We can’t really count the first two.” He looks outside, scanning the street. “I should be getting you a Christmas present. W
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