“Good,” Harrison nodded approvingly. ”She’s a good girl and she deserves to have a family that loves her, not that horrible wretch who only made her feel bad about herself. You’re both lucky on that note,” he added, thinking for a moment of Wayne’s struggles. Lord Scott never even bothered to meet him before writing him and his son off.
Jack watched him quietly for a moment. He hadn’t followed every detail on the news about Wayne Scott being disowned by his family, but he’d heard enough that he knew this topic might hit close to home for Harrison. “You’re right, we are lucky. But my parents are very loving people.” He gave a dry, bitter chuckle. “They had to be, to take in a child like me.”
“Because you’re blue or because you were some kind of demon child?” Harrison asked, fairly certain he already knew the answer. But maybe Jack and been an infant hellraiser…. that would raise his estimate of the man a little.
“The first one.” He closed his eyes as painful memories came back. “Although one of my f-first foster moms did call me a demon sometimes. I was eight when the Maples adopted me, and by then I was so afraid of people, it took me a week to say one word to them."
The blue artist straightened up sharply. "L-look, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about this. We both know the world isn’t kind to people who are different, and I’d rather not dwell on it."
Jack Maple 