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it. As soon as I knew you were gone, I went looking for you.”
    “Did you sniff me out, Daddy?” He looked deadly serious, making Kael laugh.
    “Yes, I did.”
    “Daddy, I‟m sorry, but I lost my new rebel cap and my passport when those
    guys took me off the street. My blankie was in my bag too. I want it back.”
    “I found your bag,” Kael said. “Everything is at home. Our home.”
    “Daddy, you‟re my hero.” Angel looked across at Conran. “Mr. Conran, you
    were right about my mom. She didn‟t want me.”
    “No, it‟s not true, is it, Conran?” Kael glared at him.
    “Daddy, it‟s okay. I know.” Angel looked up at him. “One of those guys told me.
    He could speak pretty good English. I told him to get a ransom for me from my mom
    and Gregoire, and he said they already asked them and they refused. She knew
    those terrorist dudes had me, and still she wouldn‟t get involved.” Angel looked at
    Conran. “How did you know that other stuff about her not taking me out of the
    system even when she was already married to Sven?”
    “It‟s my job to know.” He looked out of the window, unable to meet Angel‟s
    eyes. “But I shouldn‟t have said it; it was cruel.”
    “It‟s okay. I knew already. I‟m not stupid. When I finally moved in with them,
    it was obvious she‟d been there for a while. I just asked the staff a few questions
    and they told me how long my mom had been there.”
    Kael hugged him tighter. “You‟re my boy now.”
    Exhausted with pain, Dragana watched them under half-lowered lids.
    Attempting to distract her, Kael said, “Tell Conran how fearless Angel was when
    those blokes had us trapped.”

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    She struggled to speak. “He was very professional. He shot them from about
    twenty feet away. Got them both through the chest. They were going to kill us. That
    boy saved our lives.”
    Conran looked at Angel. “How do you feel about killing those men?”
    Angel shrugged. “It was them or us. I don‟t feel anything in particular.” He
    rested his head on Kael‟s shoulder, his eyes drifting shut.
    Kael kissed his forehead, then looked at Conran. “The chest is a big target, but
    he‟s never fired a gun before, so he showed remarkable precision. His hand never
    wavered. He‟s good. Firing a gun at a living target is hard under any circumstances,
    but to have such a good aim when you‟ve never done it before… He‟s not afraid of
    much, and he‟s got exceptional senses, like me. I don‟t want him in danger ever
    again, but he would be excellent at espionage or undercover work that does not
    involve getting shot at.”
    “We can assess him at some point. I‟m glad he‟s unharmed,” Conran said.

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    Fyn Alexander

    Chapter Twenty-one

    “Daddy, how long did I sleep?”
    “Eighteen hours.”
    Angel stood in the bathroom, naked, brushing his teeth. He had fallen asleep
    the moment they got home, still covered in dirt and urine from the cowshed. Kael
    looked at the bruises coming out on his pale arms from being manhandled by his
    captors. The welts from his flogging were gone.
    “You need a shower, boy.”
    Kael took off his dressing gown and threw it over the side of the tub, where it
    slid to the floor. Angel looked at it. “Daddy, you didn‟t hang it up.”
    “I know; what‟s wrong with me?” He grinned and put his arms out to Angel.
    The boy walked into them, put his hands on Kael‟s shoulders, and jumped,
    wrapping his legs around Kael‟s hips.
    Kael held him and stepped into the shower. He hit the control allowing hot
    water to gush over them and stepped up to the wall, pressing Angel‟s back against
    the tiles.
    “Daddy, we met in the shower; do you remember?”
    “That‟s right; we did, and not that long ago.”
    “It seems like ages.”
    “I know.” Covering Angel‟s mouth with his own, he probed his tongue into the
    boy‟s receptive, wet warmth until his cock grew hard and long and he felt Angel‟s
    cock pressing into his belly.
    “Let‟s soap up my cock; I don‟t want to hurt you until I‟m ready to,” he said
    against Angel‟s mouth, blindly grabbing the soap from the shelf. Supporting Angel
    with one hand under his buttocks, he lathered the thick length of his cock until it
    was slippery.
    He slid both hands underneath Angel‟s buttocks, cupping and spreading them
    at the same time, positioning the tip of his cock against Angel‟s anus. “Lift your
    hips; help me out, boy.”
    Holding on