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only c ontrol. It’s also a proper form of self- punishment.
“Are you alright,” she asks. She worries her bottom lip and I see tears in her bri lliant eyes. We’ re six years apart in age, but she sees us as twins.
    I don’t answer her . I just hold her to my side in happiness. I’ve seen her a handful of times since she and my mother came to visit a few weeks ago, but never in private. It was torture to ignore my sister, worse than it has been to ignore my father. Spyder is the closest person in my life. I snuggle her onto my chest not caring when the pain radiates from my side. The past three years apart hasn’t been easy on either of us .
    Dexter gasps as he watches Spyder snuggle with me. His face is set in awe. It takes me a moment before I understand the implications of him seeing my sister. She and I look identical except for a few minor details that wou ld be obvious to the observant M aster. We share the same pale skin, red lips, and emerald eyes. Her hair , while black, isn’t inky silk, it’s tight ringlets. Her facial features are that of her father’s.
“ Does she know who I am ? ” Dexter asks in wonder.
“Yes, Master wouldn’t ever tell us who her father was. I found out when I was sent here and saw him , but I waited to tell her in person. I told her before your wedding ceremony.”
I stare between the distraught M aster and my sister. Her eyes no longer hold the tears back. I decide I should formally introduce the pair.
“Dexter Hayes this is Spyder Fontaine. She refuses the last name waiting to use her father’s. But that is who she is.” I say informally.
“Call me Spy,” her voice wavers as she crawls off me to give the man a hug. He pats her back and twines a curl around his finger. He stares at the coil and smiles. He gives her a tight squeeze and laughs a sound of pure joy.
    “Cousin,” she sobs out.
My mother looks stunned and I watch her rebuild her composure. I unders tand why she’ s fearful of Spy knowing her relatives and of them knowing she exists. I think it’s best for her to know them. Even if her father can be the biggest bastard and her only cousin just beat the shit out of me , I want her to be welcomed into their family. No way would they treat her with the same welcome I had with my father’s family.
    “Let’s leave Font in peace. He needs to rest up so he can heal,” my father helpfully supplies.
    He slowly pulls his daughter away from Dexter. She was slowly mapping the man’s features with a fingertip in awe. I understand since she doesn’t hold any resemblance to me or my mother . But it isn’t polite to randomly touch virtual strangers, relatives or not.
    My mot her stands and it’ s a cue for everyone that the visit is completed. She kisses my cheek and departs to the outer hallway. Dexter pats my shoulder and gives me that damned look of pity again, this time it’s accompanied by shame and guilt. Tomorrow when I act heinous he will rethink the emotions.
Spy leans down and brushes a kiss to my cheek. “Mon frère, feel better.”
“ Bonne nuit, Itsy Bitsy,” I say sadly knowing that tomorrow I’ll be Dalton Thompson again . If I see my sister I have to act as if she doesn’t exist in my world. Worse, I may have to be mean to her in my quest of ferreting out the mole. I feel queasy at the prospect.
    “Do you need me t o check on you in the morning, S on?” Devlin’s deep voice rumbles with concern.
“I’ll be alright. I’ve had worse. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime. I think I’ ll wait a few days before I engage operation piss off the Devil. I don’t think I could with stand your punishment.” I chuckle at the look of horror that flashes across my Dad’s face.
    I keep teasing that I will cause him to punish me in front of the members. I’m not teasing. Eventually it will come down to that. I need to break them. I need the mole to see me as like-minded and for them to out themselves to me.
    I watch as the group converges in