CHAPTER 169

SPARTA

Martin stood on the patio of the villa looking up into the sky, the mug of coffee in his hand. He wore only a loose fitting pair of black pants, the moon casting a white glow across the ground.

…fear that I am becoming too attached sire.

Martin sipped his coffee. How is that Dekton?

I… I am beginning to have feelings for them, both of them. There is not one without the other I have come to learn.

And you think that is a bad thing?

I do not wish to lose my edge in protecting them.