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The game wasn't anymore about the stick at all. The game had long ago turned into a test of the girls' boundaries and capabilities, a game Damien very well had wanted to take part on ever since he'd found out his lineage hadn't hit a dead end before his return.

His teeth clashed against thin air as the nightcub dodged Damien's titanic frame. And as she scurried herself next to the daycub Damien turned to face them with a playful glint to his snarly grin. But he was drained and instead of making yet another move he gently dropped his body to the cold, shaded ground to allow the girls to come closer. He still didn't know whether they had the same speech impediment as their mother, but in any case there were things he wanted them to know. Were they old enough to understand?

Do you know who I am? asked the dark prince eyeing his nieces with a gentle gaze of white snow.