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BEATING HIM AT HIS OWN GAME
ORTON'S POV The meeting with father and Kane had stretched longer than necessary. "Where's Emrys?" Father had asked. His question had been accompanied by silence before Kane responded. "Perhaps strategizing for the next dialogue meeting," he had said. Father had looked at him, his eyes full of skepticism. "But we don't have any dialogue meeting due till next month," he'd said. Kane remained silent. One thing about him, he didn't talk too much. If that was a good trait I didn't know. He preferred communicating more by flexing his muscles, c*****g a gun at his enemy or getting into a drawl. "He should be here still…" father had said before he mindlinked Dante, his Beta to get Emrys. Father's anger— he was always on the edge and temperamental, was at the tip of bursting when Dante ha
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