"Just when were you going to tell me you didn't adopt me, father? This is crazy as hell." Rule paced around Mallory's condo apartment. She had it as an asset, but never really used it. Now her family was in need, and they had left the ruined Cahill house for it.
Damien stood by the arm of the couch, where Lisa was perched. He didn't show it, but he wasn't leaving her side soon. The circus surrounding him made his head ache. He let Rule rave and have his moment, but in the end, Marcus had a lot to tell them.
"Apparently, you haven't been completely honest again," Damien said when Rule quieted down.
Mallory dressed the cut on his father's head in the living room with them. Like always, Marcus wore a straight face that looked like it was incapable of holding emotions.
