{ BOOK 2 of the SANITY SERIES }
A man's power dies to mark itself as the most infectious killer of time. To control the disease is godly strength. Those who manipulate with the wrong hands cause those to ignore the truth out of fear and ignorance. T...
out of derek, tanner and luke, who would you choose? ;)
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Derek Matthews
Lin's engagement ring is an opal-gold accessory, Richard Everston's belonging. "I told her not to. She could die if she takes my name."
"She will not. Names are nothing but names."
"They mean something to the Families."
The Families are possessive and condescending. Names give people a sense of importance.
"What happened with Cyril?"
"We established boundaries." I crossed my arms, adoring the halcyon air conditioning. "He walked around the Manor as if he owns it. Who does he think he is? He expects us to obey him like pawns because he is an Allfather. That is identical to saying that I should obey a police officer because he is a police officer. Fucking lunatic. Even Luke is better than him."
"I see the relationship between Luke and you is improving. I'm glad."
"Luke is still an absolute cunt."
Lin chuckles, his eyes are crinkling. "Luke has his own shit to solve, like his viewpoint on your father."
"Samuel was a cunt," I mutter. "I do not know if I should call him 'dad' or 'father' anymore. Both are thoroughly insulting on my behalf. I think those words suit you."
Lin smiles, heart-touched.
"You did raise us. You were there for Tanner and me more than our fathers."
His smile falters. "I took Tanner shopping the other day for groceries."
"He told me. You saw the Tremblays."
"I never wanted to desperately punch someone in my life."
It is Friday. Today is the meeting with the board of directors of The Matthews Industry. I am in a two-piece dark suit, with no effort to appear lavish, with a heavy-gold Rolex on my right wrist. I do not really care how I look. It does not affect the meeting, and even if it does, that is a serious problem of pushing aside potential.
I survey the lobby. The marble floors are pristine-clean. Guards occupy the entrances, entangled with intercoms and their hands clasped. Plush lounges, extravagant glass encasements, and a stunning stream of lights hang through the curvature of platforms. It took a year to build this skyscraper, the tallest building in Edgewater.
Lin folds his arms, his elbow nudging mine. "When you go into that room, musuko, be yourself."
In response, "I hate power. I hate anyone who uses power to their advantage. I hate the abuse of it—like that officer who hit April." I interlock my fingers into a lock. "What if I abuse it?"
