Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ptoseeforherselfwhatwasgoingon.

    Cyclops’imposingphysiquewascrouchedinaerofthecorridbitterly.Hetriedhisbesttosuppresshissorrowsothathissobswouldnothisbeloveddaughterwhopingohrone.Viocametohimalyasked

    “Sire,whyarey?Istheresomethingnottoyourliking?”

    “Oh,no,no”repliedCyclops,hastilywipingawayhistearswhenhesawViohadetomakeinquiriesabouthisemotionaloutbreak.“Everythingisfine.Iamperfectlysatisfied.AftertakingDimitri’sKingdomandhisgoldpacewehavebeenlivingaveryluxuriouslife,celebratingwithsongs,music,liquorandbasnightandday.IwasjustthinkingaboutyourpoormotherwhoisstillsufferiureofthedamhefiresofGehenna,andmyheartfeelssuchpainthatitseemedtobetorninhalf.ThatiswhyIwasg.Iwouldliketogoandsa