CHAPTER 74 Riff-Raff

　　KAT

　　I stare at David, my birth father, and he is glaring back at me. His green eyes are still not clear from the haze of confusion. He still thinks I am my mother, and I am choosing Luke over him. If I didn't know better, I bet he thinks Luke is Gunner. 

　　I try to wipe the concern off my face. I don't hold any ill feelings toward David. It is clear that he loved my mother very much. But I don't care for him the way I do the man I consider to be my father. Perhaps if we had met under differing circumstances, things could be comfortable between us.

　　There are shackles on his wrists, keeping his arms and legs chained together. He hasn't said a word to Luke or me since he was drug downstairs by a group of warriors.