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My heart knew Emily in every facet, loved her in a way that transcended physical form. Yet, here, confronted with this alternative representation, I found myself ensnared by the same intense feelings, directed at a face that mirrored hers but in a context that society would deem unconventional for a man like me.
Pavel got to my side and whispered, “I know what is going on in your mind. Do not think too deeply about this, Kazimir?”
I shoved all thoughts aside.
There was too much at stake. I couldn’t allow any crazy questions to derail me. So, I buried them, deep beneath the layers of my resolve.
Lunita walked further into the room. “M, we—”
A deep voice left him.
“We are not taking over the body.” He didn’t even look up from the book as he turned a page. “I already told you this three times. Maxwell will be fine, and she is the Boss. Let her keep control.”
I stared at him.
Lunita went to his desk and placed her hands on the surface.
“Move your hands.” M flipped the page. “I’m sure they are not clean.”
Lunita kept her hands right there. “Look up.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“I am studying for the bar. I do not have time for this.”
“If I tell you, you won’t believe me, so just look, scarecrow.”
M let out a sharp hiss of frustration and then lifted his view. “What?”
Before she could answer, he snapped his view to us and opened his mouth in shock.
The book fell from his hands.
“Oh my god,” He stared at me with those startlingly familiar brown eyes. “What? No. How? Or. . .am I dreaming? But I don’t dream.”
His shock was so profound that he sunk deeper into his chair, as if the sight of me had robbed him of all strength.
Lunita pointed at him. “Don’t you faint. Stop it.”
His hands shook. “Is that. . .him?”
“Yes.” She left the desk and went over to a bookshelf on the right. “The witch sent him—”
“That is not exactly what happened.” I took another step into his office.
“No.” M pushed his glasses up his nose with one finger. “It was the breast milk.”
Shocked, I nodded. “Yes. It was the breast milk.”
“Dear God.” He ran his fingers through his dreadlocks. “While I tend to give you two proper privacy, once she came through, I have been monitoring her movements on the television and. . .”
I quirked my brows.
“There has been quite the insurmountable consumption of breastmilk on your part.”
Everyone turned to me, even the little girl.
