Grand-WHAT?
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As soon as he woke for the night he checked his cellular device, a recent habit he’d acquired to keep in contact with the waking world. A strange text caught his eye from an unknown number, and after a few inquiring texts back and forth... he was rewarded with some truly frightening images.
Armand, his precious boy, asleep and vulnerable during the day.
Whoever took them had to be able to stay awake longer than his child, which narrowed the field considerably, and there were very few people Armand would willingly let into his chambers while he was at his most helpless. Marius had taught him better than that.
Then he received another text from Armand, stating it had been a harmless prank. But he wasnt willing to believe that until he saw his boy with his own eyes. He would not risk losing him again. Ignoring the texts that may or may not have been his son, he raced to Armand’s residence, finally arriving later in the evening.
He slammed the front door open in his rush, striding into the entryway of the home with a murderous expression on his face. If anyone had hurt his child, he would make them wish for death. If they were lucky, he might grant it.
“ARMAND!”
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