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Chapter 145 CELESTE "Yes," I said immediately. "Sloane told me they found him and he's on his way home." "He was kidnapped," Troy said. Not a question. "He was in a dangerous situation and he got out of it," I said carefully. "He's injured but he's going to be fine." "Because Dad is really hard to kill," Lake offered from across the room, with the particular deadpan delivery of a child who'd processed something genuinely terrifying and converted it into a manageable narrative. Sloane made a sound that might have been suppressed laughter. "Your father is very capable," I agreed, which felt like the most honest version of the truth available. Soren lifted his head from where he'd been burrowed against my side. His eyes were red and his hair was sticking up in four different directions and he looked very small and very young, and I tightened my arm around him until he squeaked slightly. "Sorry," I said. "Sorry, baby." "You can squeeze me," he said, with great magnanimity. "I don't mind."