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KANE After the meeting with my father, I’m thirsty for a venting outlet. Grant explicitly said that if Dahlia—the not-important member of the equally not-important Thorne family—proves to be a weakness, he’ll personally eliminate her. I’m already a freak accident of my mother’s weak genes that he spent so much effort into molding into a true Davenport, and he will not allow any ‘gold-digging trailer trash’ to mess with his progress. Progress. I suppose that could also be another word for his fucked-up methods. Regardless of Grant’s threats and unpleasant methods, this has only solidified the idea I’ve been shoving into the back of my mind for a while now. I need to stay the fuck away from Dahlia. She’s already proving to be a nuisance, digging her tiny claws where they don’t belong and burying her nose so far up in my business, it’s hard to maintain the mask I’ve been wearing almost all my life. She knows the right words that push my buttons and always has her fucking hands all over me