Soon the blissful, homey sound of rattling cookware mingled with Tracine’s and Meara’s laughter and the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup had him wishing it was possible to stay here forever. As much as he wanted it to be otherwise, however, a loving family was not in the cards for him. He was created for harder things like the dealing out of death and destruction. Whenever he’d tried to go against his created purpose, time and chance, or perhaps God Himself, had punished him harshly for it; his family had been murdered, he’d been imprisoned, brutally beaten, sodomized, and made into a drug addict. He was an abomination, a cursed clone, and the curse extended to those he loved. So he would still have to leave as soon as the weather improved. A renegade tear slid from the cor...

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