Cane couldn’t justify the feelings that festered where Charlie was concerned, or even explain them. Much like the feeling he had stirring right now. The one that rolled in his gut and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention when he heard the name Henry Davenport. This felt like the calm before the storm, and all Cane could do was wait for it.
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