Date: 2008-06-24 01:13 am (UTC)
He'd mentioned a foxhole earlier?

No. A bunker would be much the more useful thing at the moment, but his penthouse had never been designed for that.

Wintergreen's voice snapped with rage, Adeline's coiled and hissed with the same, and he?

He stayed on the couch, settled against the armrest, and watched the two of them intently, trying not to listen to the doubled layers of that conversation--trying not to listen at all, honestly, because hearing the two of them snarl so at each other shredded something deep within him.

His son had definitely made the right choice when he left so quickly.
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