Chapter 9 - Adrian Recalls The Memories Of His Lost Daughter Lily

Adrian dismissed the guards, leaving only Vincent kneeling on the Persian rug in a puddle of cold sweat.
He walked slowly toward the tall glass window, staring out over the dark, churning waters of Long Island Sound.
“Do you know why I didn't kill you on the spot, Vincent?” Adrian asked quietly, his back turned to the traitor.
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Vincent sobbed into his hands, unable to form a coherent word.
“Because a four-year-old girl with gray-blue eyes showed more courage today than you ever possessed in twenty years,” Adrian whispered.
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