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Her tears were soaking through his T-shirt, burning into his heart Scars, of such brutality that he had never i as he rocked her He fought to hold her

“He saved you, Dawn,” he whispered “He brought Callan to you Callan rescued you Callan slew Dayan and freed you Then Callan brought you to th, Dawn He saved you”

“I prayed,” she sobbed “I prayed like that stupid book I hid told ed and I read and He didn’t make it stop It didn’t stop!”

They had still hurt her The Bible had promised her God’s protection, and Dawn hadn’t seen the protection God had given her

“Did Callan hurt you?” He could barely speak for his own tears “Callan could have been sent to any lab, but he was sent to yours He defied the safeguards they had in place and he destroyed the monsters, Dawn God sent him to you And God sent me to you And you to ave you escape He heard you, baby He heard you”

She collapsed against hi her body, and he knew, he knew as certainly as anything in his life, as certainly as he knew that God had indeed watched over her, that thoseback

And all he could do was hold her

The de dead, but for this ht now, as he held her to his chest and fought to shelter her with his strength, Dawn could do nothing but remember And shed the tears…

CHAPTER 21

He carried her to their bedroom

Daare that they were alone The Breeds that patrolled the house were noticeably absent, and Callan, Jonas, Dash and Elizabeth didn’t follow them

They held back as she cried Broken sobs that should have been silenced long before this, and the tears that still soaked Seth’s shirt

She rely, filled with pain and hopelessness, just as the ies had been But that wasn’t why she cried She cried because as the memories flowed over her, so had realization

She hadn’t been deserted Not by God, and not by herself She had hid from them She had hid from the child she had been because she had sworn, vowed to herself and to God that she would kill the bastard that had tried to destroy her She had sworn it to every child that died by his hand during their stay there, and she had sworn it to herself

But she hadn’t killed him His blood hadn’t soaked her hands She hadn’t tasted her own vengeance, and that was part of what she couldn’t face That and the fear that she w